(Source: kidd-awesome)
You were in my dream last night. You wanted to get back together. I said yes, even though I was dating someone else. I don’t know why I did it. You were just everything I knew, everything I thought I wanted. You gave me a necklace that I put on over the necklace he gave me. You told me to tell him we were back together. Then I woke up.
I’m glad it was a dream. I’m glad I’m with him and not you, but it still scares me that I couldn’t say no.
(Source: words-you-never-heard)
(Source: youjustinspiredme)
(Source: stalecigarettes)
“I don’t want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn’t alone.”
(Source: slekes)
“It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”
(Source: danseurs)
(Source: words-you-never-heard)
(Source: yanilavigne.net)
(Source: wearealways-broken)
“Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you. I know that right now the idea of getting over it is unimaginable. It’s impossible, inconceivable, unthinkable. You don’t want to get over it. Why should you? It’s all you’ve got. You don’t want kind words, you don’t care what other people think or say, you don’t want to know how they felt when they lost someone, They’re not you, are they! They can’t feel what you feel. The only thing you want is the thing you can’t have. It’s gone. Never coming back. No one know how that feels. No one knows what it’s like to reach out and touch someone who isn’t there and will never be there again. No one knows the unifiable emptiness. No one but you. You and me, love. We don’t want anything. We want to die, but life won’t let us. We’re all it’s got.”
One of your friends told me you have a new girlfriend. I wish he hadn’t told me, but now that I know, it just solidifies the fact that everything we had was absolutely meaningless. I was someone for you to play with until you found a person you really liked. Once you found her, you didn’t need me anymore. It’s okay. It all makes so much sense now. I hope you two are happy.
“I just want to let go,
but you had me from the get go.
Have the time of your life,
the time of your life without me.
”
(Source: viridiannightmares)
