I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, ”More Than Just A House” (via 5weetsorrow)
I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.
—10-Word Story #26 (N.A.)
I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?
—Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After (via splitterherzen)
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via larmoyante)
Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
Then tell me that you
love me for it.
—Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via afadthatlastsforever)
Of course I miss you. I can feel my heart break a little more every day I’m not with you.
—Things I can’t tell you anymore - erica-s-diary (via clumsiest)
I really did love you more.
My head is overflowing with thoughts I can’t allow anyone to know about.
—凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” (via sad-empty)
It’s okay, I saw it coming
I’m not used to being wanted
—6 Word Poem (via emoties)
Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just…something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.