She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.
She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.
She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.
And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.
But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.
Not one single bit.Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #29 (via blossomfully)
Anonymous said: His eyes are the most sparking brown and he smiles like stars and he says the most beautiful words ... But he's not mine and it hurts
Unrequited love writes the prettiest poetry, I swear.
See, someone doesn’t have to be yours for you to love them. You don’t have to have held their hand or kissed their mouth to notice the way their eyes crinkle when they smile. You can fall in love with how they blink when they don’t know what to say or how they laugh like they never learnt to cry.
See, you can love someone for paying a compliment and never asking for anything in return. You can fall when they’re the only one who hears you, whilst the crowd pretends you don’t exist.
Little things. They’re all it takes.
Thing is, just because you’re in love doesn’t mean they fell too, and that’s an age old problem.
There is no miracle cure. You cannot make someone feel things, and you cannot change yourself and expect to make it out alive.
And his may be brown, but one day you might wake up to a set of grey eyes and they’ll be the most important oceans you ever stared into. You’ll hold hands with new veins and they’ll feel right. Just wait for it.
"When do you know it’s over?" He asked quietly.
"When someone stops trying," she answered. "Or worse, when trying no longer works."Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 (via missinyouiskillingme)
Long make out session
Hearing each other breathe
Laughs and corny jokes
Decided to make a handy graphic after seeing a lot of misinformation spread around tumblr. Current science isn’t perfect and definitions are bound to change, but I wanted to push back against the hostile attitude against it because it seems like a lot of people are being hostile for the wrong reasons.
Please let me know if there are any factual errors, thank you :)
to anyone who knew me in 2011 you will be getting a fruit basket
how many times do you think you’ve seen the same bird twice.
out of all the things on this website that have fucked me up this is one of the worst
- <b> october 1st:</b> i'm cOMIN OUTTA MY GRAVE AND I BEEN DOIN JUST FINE<p>
I didn’t know this origin story, but it makes me happy on so many levels.
my mom doesn’t even text me back
Snapchatting someone you like is SO much harder than snapchatting a friend.