“And if all else fails You can look up at the sky Cause it’s the same one That shines above you and I And if all else fails You can close your eyes And I’ll be right beside you. I’ll be the one by your side.” Matchbook Romance, if all else fails.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever prioritized how I feel, and placed my feelings before yours because you love me that much that you do not even have to fight with your selfish thoughts for a second just to make me feel lucky that I have you. That you could read me, that you could understand me without having to say much because we are suppose to be that close. But now, it all does not matter anymore...
Sex and affection does not resolve anything in your heart. It only fills you up for that moment before things go back to normal and leave like they always do.
Sometimes you have to be your own hero, because sometimes the people you can’t...– Anonymous (via fakeville)
0hwhore: I need morning sex followed by cuddles and tea.
There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or...– Laurell K. Hamilton (via cuula)
I don’t think I’m disappointed and crying because I am not your priority. I think I am feeling what I am because I still place you high up on a pedestal knowing I am only second, third or any other place no matter how far away I already am. And my heart is hurting because I feel so stupid, yet again feeling like this. Having you say, “We’re further than we have ever been...
I guess we will always be this. And I find no purpose of saying anything anymore about my feelings, because apparently your reasons will always overrule how I feel. I mean truth be told, feelings are always irrational. I always knew. So I should stop burying myself in it. Time to switch it off.
I got tired of waiting for you, your replies, and your time. I got tired of caring, of wanting. I became a monster to you when I started needing your attention. Creating a list of “to do’s” when you’re not there, finding for videos to stream, exhausting my energy on feelings that I should dispose of. I am done and I am here to make certain that I will not care more than I...
Maybe I am drowning myself with jobs to fill the spaces of time. I am lost. I don’t know what to do with myself or my life. And if I am not physically drained, I tend to hold close all the unnecessary emotions I would usually disregard. I feel disgustingly needy and I cant complain. At least I can easily put myself to sleep because I have to.
“And I guessed at that moment I knew I love her because there was nothing to gain, and that didn’t matter.”
I might stray, and this is as simple as it sounds when I say I had always only loved you. It will always be you. Your affection had always been what I crave for because you make me feel gold. And I die on the days when your heart gets cold.
You can love someone so much that you are willing to do anything for her or even kill to make her happy and yours. But sometimes there is only so much you do. You can’t always be a saviour or an anchor to hold things constant and steady. She can never rely on you entirely because you know there is a layer of air around her heart that you will never be able to get through.
Distance; the extent or amount of space between two things, points, lines, etc. One thing I know about love is that, it is difficult. It is hard to nurture, it is hard to posses, hard to keep. Love is intangible yet you can feel every fragment of intimacy repelling against one another when distance starts to set in as if it is definite. It leaves a hole of emptiness with nothing to keep, not...
Pain will leave you, when you let go.– Jeremy Aldana
That only if you’d felt such fullness could you really understand the ache...
Someone who doesn’t run away, yet knows when to leave me alone.
1950's lyrics: Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For, my darling, I love you, and I always will.
1960's lyrics: When the girl in your arms is the girl in your heart, then you've got everything.
1970's lyrics: I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.
2012 lyrics: Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt.
I am aching because I just realised how your heart feels for me. Apparently, your heart wasn’t feeling what you thought it was. Neither can I thrill you nor excite you. You became soul-less, lost in your own world of black and white. So why stay?
We all know how it is like to stay in one place for longer than we needed to. For lectures, for a flight, or even a movie. Shake your legs a little, fidget in your seat when things become stagnant or too monotonous for us to endure even for a while more. Dry love. The absence of excitement. Time constraints the roots of pleasure and enlightenment. It withers from time to time. It grows old with...
Sometimes I just need to know that I am alright. That I am good enough. Or rather, enough for anything, for you. I am so full of insecurity which is enough to make me empty plus the fact that you aren’t really existing with me.
I am a prisoner, not only in my own mind. I am living in a cage that isn’t just an imagination. These bars that hold me captive aren’t made out of iron or steel. This prison minimises sunlight, it extracts any form of air that keeps me alive. It diminishes my source of hope, it robs me of my sanity and I am secretly hoping that it kills me.
Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn’t go away.– Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via cosmopast)
Cold hearts never bleed but a heart that beats does. Being irrelevant takes you out of any picture because you do not matter. When you don’t matter, people don’t mind. Now I wish I didn’t matter. So that you could keep me a distance away but in sync, rather than being skin close but wanting escapism. Tough love, cold stone. I am collecting my thoughts leaving emotions out of...