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Quotation From: 500daysofkara
it’s been three years. you’re still my best friend, but i’m getting over you once and for all. i can’t keep living like this
You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.
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| — | Toni Morrison (via nagging) |
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved; a piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. That piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget, and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth, and everything you thought love would be. Everything that was proven wrong.
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| — | (via fa1rytales) |
it’s starting again.
fuck. i went to your page and saw that she commented you. you sent her a birthday gift. like a legit gift. she lives on the opposite side of the fucking east coast. are you serious. you didn’t even give me a birthday gift. and i turned fucking TWENTY ONE. thats a big birthday. my other friends who arent even my best friends gave me a birthday gift. you’re my best friend and you didnt. yet you sent her a very expensive gift. that’s real fucking nice. and then a thought crossed my mind. she was supposed to come visit last summer until you guys stopped talking. now you’re talking again. what if she comes this summer? fuck. now all my fears from last summer are real again. what if she fucking comes and you won’t have time to see me because you’re spending the whole time with her? i dont want to have to see fucking pictures of you two, or have you default a picture of you and her. i won’t be able to fucking taking it. what if you fuck her like you were planning on last year? i REALLY won’t be able to take it. shit. my world is spinning and i’m freaking out again. this isn’t possible. i know it’s terrible to say, but i wish you never would have started talking again. last summer was terrible because of this. now it’s starting again. oh my god. im gonna vomit.
It’s like you’re screaming but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so you can have the good.
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| — | Agyness Deyn’s opening monologue of Rihanna’s “We Found Love” video |
creep
one of the bad things about being home is i become a creep again. i have so little to do that i practically stalk your facebook and tumblr. like i texted you almost 2 hours ago. i know you’re home cause you were on facebook. so whyyyyyy are you not answering me? i hate this shit. i sound so psychotic. but like… idk. i dont even know. i know you’re home. will you just fucking text me back? please? i’m always so afraid that you won’t answer me. i need to talk to you every day. if you don’t answer me, i’ll bug out even more. and i always have this fear. please, text me back soon. i just wanna talk to you….
