sleep >>> you
Whether a person was right for you or wrong for you, it will always hurt when you part ways.
It will be sad, and it will be painful and it will be terrifying.
However the missing, the hurting, and the longing are just a part of the healing. Having those feelings does not mean that you made a mistake in letting them go. It does not mean that you need them to be happy. It does not mean that you need them, period.
Whether a person was right for you or wrong for you,
it will always hurt when you part ways.
Remember- you parted ways for a reason.
Remember- you are healing, you are healing, you are healing. Don’t look back.
It will be sad, and it will be painful and it will be terrifying.
However the missing, the hurting, and the longing are just a part of the healing. Having those feelings does not mean that you made a mistake in letting them go. It does not mean that you need them to be happy. It does not mean that you need them, period.
Whether a person was right for you or wrong for you,
it will always hurt when you part ways.
Remember- you parted ways for a reason.
Remember- you are healing, you are healing, you are healing. Don’t look back.
Don’t look back. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
loving you was like setting myself on fire, day after day, night after night, all for someone who stood by just to keep warm.
loving myself was like dousing my body in rosewater, relief from burns that didn’t deserve a place on my skin.
loving myself was like dousing my body in rosewater, relief from burns that didn’t deserve a place on my skin.
rosewater. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
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i killed myself once.
i told the mirror i hated what i saw.
i told the pen i hated what i wrote.
i told my dreams that they were all obscene.
i told my love that it didn’t belong,
and i told my heart that it functioned all wrong.
but i am still alive,
hoping one day the mirror will forgive me,
that one day the pen will come back home,
that some day my dreams will regain power,
that soon my love will engulf me whole,
that my heart will one day begin to warm again.
i killed myself once.
but i got a second chance,
to make amends with myself.
to make sure that the next time i die,
it’ll be after a life well lived,
and that’s the way i hope to go.
i told the mirror i hated what i saw.
i told the pen i hated what i wrote.
i told my dreams that they were all obscene.
i told my love that it didn’t belong,
and i told my heart that it functioned all wrong.
but i am still alive,
hoping one day the mirror will forgive me,
that one day the pen will come back home,
that some day my dreams will regain power,
that soon my love will engulf me whole,
that my heart will one day begin to warm again.
i killed myself once.
but i got a second chance,
to make amends with myself.
to make sure that the next time i die,
it’ll be after a life well lived,
and that’s the way i hope to go.
the way i go. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Let our scars fall in love.
Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe
(via wnq-writers)
(via wnq-writers)
if they are looking for a trainwreck,
they are not going to find one here.
no,
you fought
to be whole.
you screamed at the universe to heal
the cracks in your heart,
fill them with
starlight.
and it just whispered back:
you can’t fix something that was never broken.
