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@honeyssclub ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ We Light Up Your Nights & Put Stars In Your Eyes
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.” Via tumblr
He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
The only one who knows every single thing you’ve been through is you. The only one who knows exactly how everything has made you feel is you. And the only one who knows exactly how to break you is you. No one else has that power.
You know what sucks? We rent apartments that are close to our office even though we don’t know how long we’ll have that job. We live in cities we can’t stand with winters that make us miserable and food that’s too expensive, when we know we’ll be happier in a small town where the sun never sets before 8pm. We go to happy hours and birthday parties for people we don’t like just so they don’t stop liking us, even though the only three people we care about are enough. We get a little too drunk on first dates with people we’re not sure about so that we’ll be funnier and less nervous and so they’ll text us the next day, even though we’re not sure we’ll answer. We live our lives like we think we should instead of how we want to, because that’s what people tell us will make us happy. So maybe we should stop listening to other people.
You need someone who wants to be there when it’s messy and when it’s hard, not just when it’s fun and when it’s convenient. And you need someone who chooses you when it might not be the easiest choice. And you need someone who would rather do nothing with you than anything in the world with someone else.
“I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”
“Sometimes though, the sadness feels familiar and you go back to it even though you swear you never would. It’s good at lending you a hand when you’re down. It’s good at pretending to be your friend. It’s good at looking you up and down, a cigarette in its upturned mouth, and saying - “I’m the only one that’s here for you now. See? I’m the only one who understands.” And in times like these, you almost welcome its reappearance. It’s a liability, but it’s a constant. It doesn’t love you like you wish something - someone, would, but it loves you in its own, corrupted way. It’s better than nothing, you tell yourself “It’s still love.”” - Sue Zhao
“My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.”
“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to learn is that people are allowed to not want me anymore”
She is beautiful in a way that makes people forget what they were going to say when they look at her.
For a moment, It seemed as if you saw me And after so long, It must have been meaningless I long for the day when I’ll run out of tears for you I’ve spent too many moments thinking of you We never said I love you That’s why I just don’t seem to understand why it hurts every time I look at you But I felt it still, As if the fire in your eyes Was burning me Over and over Again
It fucks me up knowing that I’m still in love with you. I can’t have a good time without wishing you were expierencing it with me. I can’t picture my future without you. I can’t be with anyone else because all I do is wish I was with you. I can’t be without you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Don’t ever lose sight of the abundance of life and all the opportunities that come with it. All that is lost will always be replaced by something/someone better
“Stop breaking your own heart by trying to make a relationship work that clearly isn’t meant to work. You can’t force someone to care about you. You can’t force someone to be loyal. You can’t force someone to be the person you need them to be. Sometimes the person you want most is the person you’re best without. You got to understand some things are meant to happen, but just not meant to be. Some things are meant to come in your life, just not meant to stay. Don’t lose yourself by trying to fix what’s meant to stay broken. You can’t get the relationship you need from someone who’s not ready to give it you . And you might not understand WHY NOW, but I promise you your future will always bring understanding of why things didn’t work out. TRUST ME. Don’t put your happiness on hold for someone who isn’t holding on to you.”
“Self worth is so vital to your happiness. If you don’t feel good about you, it’s hard to feel good about anything else.”
Vibesss 🌞 We believe drunk kisses are meaningless. Yes, some will fade out with the night, but some will chase you throught the sober mornings and nights forever
“Maybe I deserve someone else, but I always wanted you.”
You can always start again. Clean out your social media. Create a new account for your new taste in music. Study or work in a new city. Start socialising with new people. Choose a new signature scent and style and purge the outdated parts of yourself. If you don’t like where you’re at, but you don’t know what to do about it - try starting again.
“There were days that the fire in your heart became cold. And you began to ask yourself, if it will ever come to a point where you could be the person that you were.” — Chuck Akot
It doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to decide who walks into your life. Who walks out of it again. You don’t get to decide who lies awake at night, the pattern of their shallow breathing sounding strangely like your name whispered into the void. Most of the time it‘s out of your control - who turns from a stranger to a friend or from someone we thought would be on our side forever to someone who leaves in the morning without a single word. But here’s what you can do: you can choose people. You can choose them every single step of the way. And you can let them know you do. There is nothing shameful about loving someone, about caring for someone. Don’t let them guess at your feelings and motivation. Show them they’re not in your life by chance or by accident. They’re in your life because you chose to hold on to them. You chose to fight for them. You can‘t control if people leave your side - but you can make sure they know they matter to you while they’re around. - @ninasdrafts
Friday Mood ✨ It’s a beautiful thing, you know. Not having life figured out. Many people find this daunting and frightening, but it’s just a chance to be free. Free from ever having to settle for less than you deserve. You’re made of the same goddamn things the stars are made of and you think you have to settle for mediocrity? You’re out of this world, you always have been.
Tag your best bitch ⚡️
“But here’s an idea: what if you start to lean on yourself? And what if the soul that gets you and embraces you for all that you are — the good, the bad, and the ugly — is your own? What if in this world full of screams of, “You’re not good enough,” you maintain a heart that whispers “You are”? What if in every failure, every setback, every disappointment, and every heartache, you decide to be your own cheerleader? What if, even just for a day or a week, you allow yourself to cater to no one else but you? And what if, even just for one moment, you deliberately breathe in as you say to yourself, out loud, “I love you”?”
Mood// “I know I loved you once, I know I did.“ “But right now, whatever it is that I feel about you, whatever the hell you call the gaping hole in my heart where you used to be, it hurts. It hurts so much that sometimes the pain consumes everything that I have and it makes it impossible for me to just breathe.” “I loved you once, I really did. I think I loved you more than I’d ever loved anything or anyone. But this isn’t love anymore. Love shouldn’t hurt this much. (via a-laa-mode, tumblr )
Every time I close my eyes I see you. And that’s not a metaphor or just another way to turn you into poetry it’s the cold blooded truth and i fucking hate it. I can’t write any more romanticised poetry about it so I’m just going to go straight to the point, just like you did when you told me you never loved me. You had me in the most innocent way you could ever have anyone . You had me convinced that you cared so I gave you everything and you took it and ran. I use to be able to find ways to deal with pain but writing mediocre poetry cannot get me my virginity back, it won’t stop the dreams and it certainly won’t stop the breakdowns when I wake up and remember that wasn’t a dream; it all still happened. You still did the things you did; said the things you said. I’m still trying to find a way to live with the idea that you got to walk away absolutely fine whilst I was left choking on the words you left.
Always remember on days when you feel small, that there is someone out there looking for your shadow in another person. And that someone is me. He will always be me. Lukas W
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
““Most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wished for. Maybe, you’ll get more than you ever could’ve imagined. Who knows where life will take you, the road is long, and in the end… the journey is the destination.””
I don't want you to be the one I want to message when my world is falling apart, when something good happens, when I can't sleep, or when I'm drunk. But it's always you.
I always somehow end up pushing people away. I don’t even notice it. I am so scared to be myself, to be 100% me. I put up this front and act in a way I think people want me to act, I clone myself into the perfect version of myself for them. The sad truth is I don’t even know who I am. I honesty have no idea. I am terrified of who I really am, I’m scared people won’t like me and if they do really see me for who I really am they will just leave. I have this constant front up that I don’t care, nothing fazes me, nothing can hurt me but I’m in pain. Fuck am I in pain, there is not a moment that goes by that I feel 100% me, that I feel happy that something is not on my mind. I don’t know how to fix it. I’m alone, I’m so fucking alone. I try to tell people how I feel but the words just won’t come out, I can’t actually find words to explain how I feel because I don’t feel. it’s all so confusing. I’m scared this has been getting worse and worse and worse, I’ve allowed time and followed all the self care steps. Nothing is working I’m lost.
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
“You can’t spend the best years of your life waiting for someone to love you back.”
"I am still learning how to love myself," she said, her voice just barely cracking. "Every day I have to wake up and remind myself that my scars are stories and that the cracks in my heart are spaces for love to fill up and that I am not the sum of the people who have hurt me. Every day I have to tell myself that I am worthy of love. And I'm still learning how to believe that that's true." She paused and took a deep breath in. "You make me want to believe that that's true." "So just be patient with me. Fill every nook and cranny of my battered soul with your smile and your laughter and your love. Bear with me as I learn to see myself the way you do. Love me as I learn to love myself. I promise I'll get there.
Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don’t know how to speak to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you’ve ever said. All the words. Starting from the very first one. Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love