It all started out as us being a stranger to the other. He was the boy that I can never reach to. He was beautiful but was cold as ice. Then we became friends. I never saw this day coming. I found out his secrets and we talked all day and all night. We were like each others half.
And I fell for him.
He did fell for me too but he didn’t wanted to be with me.
It’s just one of those complexes that stresses us that life isn’t the party we hoped for.
But I guess, some infinities are bigger than other infinities. Things took a different swing and here we are, going strong. I hope that our little infinity will be one of those that are meant to be greater.
“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.”—(via c-oquetry)
1. You don’t just get scars on skin, you can also get them on your ribs and your teeth and deep inside your heart.
2. When two people are tied together as tightly as we were, you will always find frayed ends where the string that held us together tore apart. I fucking hope that I don’t find myself 40 and married with kids, still pulling you out of the sleeves of my sweater.
3. You can only fix your heart so many times, after awhile, the pieces get kinda bent and they chip and some get lost, they stop fitting together the right way and eventually, you’re left with a pile of shattered glass inside your fucking chest.
4. “I’ll never leave you” doesn’t actually mean anything, it’s just something to say in the middle of the night to fill the empty silence and the holes in your heart
5. Once someone finds their way inside your head, there’s no fucking getting them out
6. No matter how many boys I kiss, I will taste you in all of them. I’ve been trying to get you out of my mouth, last night I brushed my teeth until my gums were bleeding.
7. Sometimes bones shatter but it doesn’t always show up in x-rays
8. Vodka and pills will make me miss you more.
9. Flowers always die.
”—9 things you taught me when you left (via extrasad)
1. When a boy who leaves goosebumps on every inch of your skin tries to play you his favorite song, don’t let him. He’ll get it stuck in your head and under your fingertips and when he leaves, you won’t be able to listen to it without feeling like you’re choking.
2. Don’t let him touch you all over no matter how much you want to feel him against you. Leave a few spots untouched so that when you’re sleeping alone again, at least your left wrist and an inch of your right hip won’t sting with the remaining burn of his mouth.
3. Don’t let him break your ribs.
4. Don’t watch the sunset with him. He’ll poison it. You won’t be able to look at the sky without swallowing a mouthful of him.
5. Don’t mistake wasps for butterflies. Sometimes when you feel your stomach flutter and your hands start to shake it’s pain, not love.
6. Just because he tells you he loves you doesn’t mean he’s going to stay.
7. It’s okay to delete his number after he kisses the pretty girl he met when he was drunk. It’s okay to leave when he hurts you. You don’t have to keep falling into him.
8. When he tells you that you’re beautiful, try to remember that you were beautiful before him too.
9. Just because he reads and smokes cigarettes and talks about the stars doesn’t mean he’s your soulmate.
10. After you kiss him, remember to wash your mouth out right away so he doesn’t burn into your tongue.
11. He’ll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
12. Your heart is going to break a million times. It’s going to feel like the world is falling apart around you. Your lungs will stop working some nights. You find yourself grabbing at your bones trying to hold yourself together. You’re going to feel like you’re dying. It’s going to be okay. You’ll find someone else to kiss you goodnight.
“They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.”—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via pornstarwars)
“13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names”—poems from my uncles grave (via twelvestepped)
1) When you’re at some party, chain smoking on the roof with some strange girl with blue hair and exorbitant large dark eyes, ask her about her day. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Often times you’ll find the strangest of people have the most captivating of stories to tell.
2) Please, never mistake desire for love. Love will engulf your soul, whilst desire will emerge as acid, slowly making it’s way through your veins, gradually burning you from the inside out.
3) No one is going to fucking save you, anything you’ve read or heard otherwise is bullshit.
4) One day a boy is going to come along who’s touch feels like fire and who’s words taste like vanilla, when he leaves you, you will want to die. If you know anything at all, know that it is only temporary.
5) Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If its midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.
I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up?
It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb.
I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you.
You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter.
You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too.
It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you.
I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried.
The girl who sits next to me smells like you.
I miss you.
I have never had so many bad nights.
Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came.
They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand.
You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
We were never in love, but, oh God, we could have been.