Why Did It Have To End?

it was always you, Your the one who always ran through my mind that year, all you pain would tear my heart and all your happiness gave me life. I always thought I would get over you because I always got over people but I didn’t and I couldn’t. That was because I had to wait for you to love me back, and now that you do, it was all worth it

My Hearts Thoughts

It was always you... Still is... And I'm scared it might always be... Just you.

- My Hearts Thoughts

Please reblog this if it's alright to come to you for advice or to just rant. Thank you.

Don’t love me because I love you. Love me because you love me. That’s what I deserve.

tg-phantom  (via wnq-writers)

When I asked you if you loved me for me or for loving you, you said you loved me for me,. When I stopped letting you walk on me, you stopped loving me. Does that mean you lied?

"I looked away when I told him that I don't get addicted to things, but to people.

He on the other hand, smiled at me."

My Heart's Thoughts

Brain: Don't fall for him

Heart: *falls*

Heart: Whoops

Me: DAMNIT

- My Hearts Thoughts

I'm so scared, I think too much, or not enough. (There's no in between)

-my hearts thoughts

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“I’m his, im still his.” I stare at the brown eyes in the mirror, thinking about how similar they are to his, like I do every time I look in the mirror. It’s been a while since ‘the break up’ , i’ve felt other lips, been in other arms, and yet, he’s still the only one that can make me feel really there, really alive. I still dream of his stupid smile and the old scars on his arm made with time. I still sing his name to the drunken moon and wear his shirt to bed. Nobody knows, to them, im free and happily single, but really, im still his.“

my hearts thoughts

We all have a certain story that we do not share out loud because we are afraid that nostalgia will come in series of waves and drown us. We all know a certain name that we rarely mention anymore because it leaves a bitter taste in our tongue yet makes our heart skips a beat. We all know a familiar voice that is slowly fleeting into oblivion but we always hear it when their favorite song plays on the radio. Lastly, we all know a familiar face that we desperately hoped we will see every morning when we wake up but is now a part of the group of faces that we once knew and trying to forget. Although it is hard and painful for me to admit, mine happens to be you.

lm // words left unspoken # 9 (via sleevesofgrass)