so fucking wounded.
The only person
that can pick you up,
push back your shoulders,
wipe the tears,
mend the broken bones
and get you out of your slump
Now go and live,
there is so much to be
happy about.”—"Things I tell myself when I feel as though the world is too big for me" - e.m.f.p (via cudah)
“You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.”—What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)
“If a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what. So trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.”—He’s Just Not That Into You (via allforthemems)
Him:Good Morning beautiful. Hope you're having a good day. *smiley kissy face*
Me:[to myself] Fuck you, you fucking lying, cheating piece of shit. Why are you still texting me because while I still love you, I'm not stupid enough to put up with this bullshit anymore. Well, until you realize I'm moving on and reel me back in. I hate my life. *head desk*
Driving past the cemetery, having an angry one-sided argument, I said out loud, “You’re such a lying liar. You’re not watching over anyone. If you’re really around, make the next song so I know you’re there.
“We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.”—Thought Catalog (via dadfckr)
I just realized another reason why I’ve stayed away. My messages are full of notes and messages, personal and anonymous, from when Merrick’s dad died. I never read them or replied. I just did but I can’t reply. I apologize. A two-year late apology. But here’s my blanket thank you. It really does mean a lot that you thought that much of me.