My life is pretty pointless.
sad but rad
By now, you would have cried your eyes out, retold the story to your friends a million times, tried to get over it with alcohol, relapsed by texting or seeing them in person, regretted that, tried to get over it with alcohol, and read every “how to get over heartbreak” article out there. But now, the story doesn’t get told anymore. Your eyes glisten from your self-proclaimed joy and not of tears. You no longer reach for your phone after too many drinks. You never expect their name on your screen. You feel free, you feel relieved — like the chain of a broken heart is slowly loosening its grip.

Sonya Matejko

http://thoughtcatalog.com/sonya-matejko/2014/08/what-it-feels-like-to-be-halfway-through-heartbreak/

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sheisaliveandwellinherworld:

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I didn’t want you
to only fuck me,
I wanted you to
love me.

But I didn’t know what to
convince you with
besides my body.
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15 hours ago with 297,948 notes / reblog
But I have to

nuditea:

last night a guy said to me “you are very, very pretty” and i said “i know” and he said like patronisingly “you KNOW?” and i said “you think you’re the first person to ever compliment me?” and he didn’t know where to go from there

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And while you’re off fucking your new girlfriend, the ditzy stoner with a bad dye job. I hope memories of me hit you like a train. I hope you remember that I was the one that talked to you all night when your grandma died and it was me that held you in my arms on the days where all you wanted was to be dead to the world. I hope you remember when we made KD in our underwear and that you kissed me while I was sitting on the kitchen counter. I hope you remember that I was the one who sat through those horribly made horror movies with you just to make you smile and that I was the one who listened to you rant on and on about how much of an asshole your dad was. I hope you remember that I was the one that convinced you to quit smoking cigarettes and that I was the one that always accepted your dumb apologies. I hope you remember that it was always me. You know it was. I hope you know that it was always you too. I hope you remember that I loved all of you. I hope you know it was exhausting. But above all, I hope you’re happy. (H.S) Just so you know (via dumbdaisies)
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