"When do you know it’s over?" He asked quietly.

"When someone stops trying," she answered. "Or worse, when trying no longer works."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 (via blossomfully)

(via blossomfully)


see, i felt like
there was a big fucking hole
right in my chest
a shadow i could not
outdistance

see, i made jokes all the time
because i was already so bruised
why not make myself
the punchline

see, i’m one of those
“burn out in the glory of fire”
types, always the
funny man, always
quick with a smile,
always full of liquor
by the end of the night

nobody even noticed
when i wanted
to die

you can’t hurt me worse than i’ve already hurt myself, my love // r.i.d (via inkskinned)


“But if he loved her wouldn’t he try to take away the pain? Wouldn’t he do anything to make his wife be the way she was before?” // r.i.d

But if he loved her wouldn’t he try to take away the pain? Wouldn’t he do anything to make his wife be the way she was before?” // r.i.d



"He took everything away from me then he left like nothing ever happened." // r.i.d

"He took everything away from me then he left like nothing ever happened." // r.i.d



9.22.2014 // r.i.d

9.22.2014 // r.i.d


you take care of everyone,
my love,
but who is taking care
of you?
(daytime responsibility, nighttime loneliness) // r.i.d (via inkskinned)


i don’t know. does this make sense? // r.i.d

i don’t know. does this make sense? // r.i.d


I hate myself and I don’t know how to tell anyone.” (r.i.d)

(via inkskinned)


inkskinned:

drawly:

not my quote just my edit x

okay but do you know what it’s like to read something and say “did i write that” and then have to go through your stuff and be like “yeah, i wrote that…. I wrote thAT?”

inkskinned:

drawly:

not my quote just my edit x

okay but do you know what it’s like to read something and say “did i write that” and then have to go through your stuff and be like “yeah, i wrote that…. I wrote thAT?”


Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.
Steve Irwin (1962 - 2006)

(via amanda-in-reverse)


Q
Why can't I get over him
Anonymous
A

blossomfully:

A six word story.

You know, trying to get over someone is only half the battle. The other half is fought when you wear their favourite sweater, when you hear their favourite song and when you taste their favourite fruit. It’s seeing the first film you watched together again and trying to pay attention to the actors instead of remembering how close you were to grasping his hand and burying your head into his shoulder.

You can’t get over him because you didn’t do all the things that you said you would. He promised things. You promised things. Those promises meant things. And deep down you kinda knew things weren’t going to work out, but a bigger part of you was hoping they might. And hope is a bitch sometimes.

There isn’t really some magical formula for getting over someone. You miss them because, like it or not, they found a gap in your life and filled it almost to perfection. Now you gotta fill it in yourself and that hurts.

I can’t tell you how. I can’t tell you why. But you’re not alone, I can tell you that much.


I. You do not need a boy to buy expensive, lacy underwear. Wear it for yourself. You look great. Never let anyone convince you otherwise.

II. If you spend all your time waiting for things to happen, you’re letting other people control your fate. Time won’t wait for you. Get a move on.

III. Living off the scraps of love from other people will leave you hungry. Grow to love yourself and you won’t die of starvation.

IV. Learn when to care and when to laugh it off. If somebody hurts you, tell them. If they hurt you again, leave.

V. Life is too short to spend it sad. You don’t need approval to turn up the music and dance like you’re America’s next model. You look funny. Learn to stop caring.

VI. If it’s edible and you’re hungry, eat it. If it’s edible and you want to eat it, eat it. If it’s edible and you’re full , convince the girl in the corner who looks like she’s starving to have it. Tell her she’s goddamn beautiful and repeat it until she smiles.

VII. If he doesn’t call you after your first argument, he won’t call you after your last. If his arms are slack when you make up, he hasn’t let it go. If he can’t look you in the eye when he says he loves you, he’s lying. And if he watches you walk away with tears in your eyes, he’s not the one.

VIII. Your mother went through nine months of hell for you and prepared herself to go through another eighteen years of it. She does not deserve your impatience because some boy did not notice you at school.

IX. Your emotions may not make sense and sometimes you will be irrational, but they will always be valid. You are allowed to cry if you are hurt. You are allowed to find bad jokes funny. And you are allowed to scream if you want to, but it is better to laugh.

X. You are not perfect but that does not give other people the right to use it against you. Stop apologizing for everything. It will not make you more likable. Take responsibility for yourself and demand respect, not compliments.

XI. No one can tell you the meaning of life. Happy people are the ones who have found their own meaning.

#70 “To the girl who sits on the kitchen floor with red eyes” (via blossomfully)

You know there are lots of things I’d like to know

Like how are you supposed to ignore and move on from the person you love when at the same time they’re the one you want to always talk to and tell everything to?
It appears that losing the one you love isn’t the worst part, it’s losing your best friend in return.

Like how can someone just simply walk away and stop talking to you one day and feel no regret, no remorse, nothing but act like everything is okay?

Like how can you try your absolute hardest and best all of the time and it still never be enough?
Will good never be good enough?


"Thanks," he said quietly, "for always being there. For putting up with all of this," he motioned, "for putting up with me."

She was thoughtful for a while.

"Maybe that’s what love is," she shrugged, slipping her hand in his. "Looking at someone and thinking, ‘what’s with this guy - he’s the biggest twerp in the world’. And rolling your eyes while knowing full well that after a long day his arms are still the perfect home.

"And maybe that’s exactly it." She said, "knowing he’s a dork and loving him anyway. Maybe it’s as simple as saying ‘I know you’re not perfect but you’re mine, and I’d choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that.

"I hope," she nodded, "it’s as simple as that. Because I’d still choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #62 (via blossomfully)

"It is after all," she said, "brave, to need somebody."

"It is brave, to willingly open your heart and to invite scrutiny of your soul. And it is brave to show darkness and trust him not to escape with all of your secrets."

"And it is brave to try," she whispered, "when growing up, all they teach you is how to stand alone. So I will let myself need him and I will allow my fingertips to learn the cracks in his ribs. Because even if it kills me I would rather feel daggers than to live in cotton softness.

"After all, what is life without a little death?"

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #63 (via blossomfully)