Entre toda esta mierda encontre justo al tipo de amigo que necesitaba. Necesitaba ayuda para cargar todo esto y aventarlo al mar, necesitaba que alguien con mis principios me hiciera ver lo que amo de mi y dejar de intentar cambiarme para alguien mas.

littlekeyss:

“Turns out, it is like the movies. The second it’s over, all you can remember is the stuff that made you fall in love. Blazing through your mind, this rom-com montage made of the sweetest poison.”

- You (2018)

depressedbarbie:

writingplayingliving:

“I can’t begin to heal,

not yet,

because I am still breaking.”

everythings-reminding-me-of-you:

“The saddest thing about our story is that we could have made it work. If you cared about me like I cared about you, you would have fought for me. But you didn’t. So it’s clear, i was right every time that i told you that i loved you more. You always denied it and said you loved me more, but i guess now we know.”

— 7.18pm

wordslikerosepetals:

“At least I knocked.

I didn’t just barge in on your life.

I knocked.

And you opened the door,

barely enough for me to peer into your world.

Although it was not enough for me to put a foot in the doorway,

I could see the surroundings.

The floor was covered in trash,

old memories of betrayal and lust that you thought was love.

Furniture covered in dust,

window glass shielded in stains.

Your eyebrows raised, as if asking why i had come by.

‘Can I come in? I promise I won’t break anything.’ I asked in hopes that you would give me a chance.

You shook your head, ‘I can’t let you in and trust that you will not harm everything that I have become.’”

- B.M.

ink-and-oceans:

“I can be sweet smiles, etiquette, coiffed hair, and elegant dresses. I can also be a fireball of passion and stubbornness packaged in a leather jacket. Either way it’s my choice. Love me for what I am, or leave.”

— tara love

hoplesslydestructive:

May all that has been reduced to noise in you, become music again

- 2am thoughts