I feel like my life is just a joke to someone. No matter how hard I try to be a good person, horrible things happen to me whilst I sit and watch good things happen to those who destroyed me. I feel like God hates me, and that’s the lowest of all low feels to feel.

ipessimist1:

Maybe we met too young.
Maybe at that time,
we didn’t know how to love each other right.
Do you think if we met years from now,
we would be right for each other?
If five years from now,
you decide that you miss me,
there’s a strong chance I’d take you back.

eresx:

You knew I was in fucking pain and you left me all alone with this anyway.

drowning-in-emptyness:

There’s not a single person that would come running if I didn’t answer my phone. No one at all. If I died, no one would care.

(via drowning-in-emptyness)

frozenwinterlights:

Over the years, I learned that you can scream, cry, lose every part of yourself - only to find that no one has spent even a second wondering how to help you find a light to hold on to.

(via asymmetrical-ghost-deactivated2)

poems-she-wrote:

“My poem, my muse. I always find it hard to write about you, but at the same time I never want to stop writing about you. My love, I had built these tall walls around me so long ago that I sometimes forget they are there. However, you…my gorgeous boy, broke down these walls without me even knowing and rebuilt them so it was just us inside. But this time, there are windows and a door.”

— p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #247

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lovellydisaster:

“i remember he would say “i love you” and i would reply “i love you more.” he told me it was impossible for me to love him more and i told him it was possible. once i saw him walk out that door, i proved him that i still did love him more even after i felt my heart shatter into pieces.”

— i knew i was right but i was so wrong for still loving you. (via @lovellydisaster )

pleasegetoverhim:

„Sometimes you can’t stop caring about someone who stopped caring about you a long time ago“

-C.M.

4am-reflections:

TO THE GIRL WHO LOVES HIM NEXT

he will seem perfect in the beginning. he will say all the right things, bring you flowers when you least expect it. he will do everything you’ve only ever dreamt about. but it won’t last. he will change on a dime, leaving you to wonder what you did to ruin everything. i’m telling you now, you did nothing. he was destined to destroy you from the start.

he will tell you he loves you and when he does your heart will feel more full than it ever has. there will be days when he makes you feel so loved that you will ignore all the times he hurts you. don’t. when he starts cancelling plans last minute, leave. when he stops telling you that you’re beautiful, leave. when you ignores you for hours on end, leave. save your heart. you deserve more.

this man is going to come into your life and change it in ways i can’t even describe. he will hold you while you cry, then spend other days ignoring that he’s the reason for the tears. he will say he loves you, but never show it. i know how good he may seem but please, when you fall in love with him be smarter than i was and get out before he tears your life into pieces.

to the girl who loves him next. don’t.

4am

for-him-diaries:

“Sometimes, heartbreak comes with gorgeous brown eyes, a perfect smile, and the kindest touch. A deadly masterpiece, indeed.”

— P.G.G

weshallprevail:

It hurts, ya know. Because you were my best friend, you were my favorite part of every day, for three years. You were my sun and my moon, you were every star in my stupid dipped pink sky. And it just doesn’t matter now. Isn’t that bizarre? You put your heart and soul into someone else’s hands and then it just ends and you have to take everything back. But you can’t take everything back. But you want to. But you don’t. And you can’t. That’s the worst part, you can’t. You make them the air that you breathe and then they’re gone and you have to keep breathing whatever toxicity is left behind, and it hurts. But no one is going to save you, because they can’t. And that’s the worst part too. You just want someone to take the hurt away for a minute, just a second, but they can’t. You have to keep living until the pain gets dull. You don’t want to because they were the best part of this life and now they aren’t here anymore and they don’t even care and you can hardly bear it. But you have to keep living anyways. And it hurts. Ya know? It hurts.

It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts.

for-him-diaries:

“Nothing has made me sadder than imagining myself not seeing you ever again.”

— P.G.G