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thepowerwithin:

Sometimes we must retake courses that we find challenging. Similarly, sometimes we must retake life lessons that we struggle to understand the first time. Don’t worry, you’ll get there.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin | Instagram

(via jesustotheworld)

wordsnquotes:

“I am sorry someone loved you badly, and that they made you feel like you take up more space than you deserve. I am sorry they abandoned you when you need them the most and it has made you believe that love is an awful thing that hurts.”

— Nikita Gill  |  @thelovejournals

(Source: thelovejournals.com, via wordsnquotes)

wnq-writers:

““She tried to keep herself away from everything that touches her feelings. She was afraid of the idea of love; that warm feeling has threaten her frozen heart.””

— @sauuvagee |  @wnq-writers

(via wnq-writers)

You always follow the same pattern. You will text me nonstop. Tell me how much you love talking to me. Then, as soon as I’ve grown attached to you, you will leave. You will drop off the face of the planet with zero warning or explanation.

For days (or weeks or even months) at a time, you won’t answer your texts. You will become invisible. I will have no way of reaching you. You will become a stranger to me.

When you come back, you won’t even apologize. Most of the time, you won’t even acknowledge the fact that you left in the first place. You will just waltz back into my world as if you never left. You expect to pick up right where you left off — but that is not going to keep happening.

I can’t trust someone like you, because you are unreliable. I never know whether you are going to answer your messages after two minutes or two months. I never know whether you are going to invite me out over the weekend or ignore my existence. I never have any idea what you are thinking because your emotions are all over the place. You do one thing and then another.

I can’t read your mind because your mixed signals are so confusing and it’s not like you actually open up to me about the way you are feeling. There are times when you’ll admit that you miss me and you like hanging out with me, but you never reveal the reasons behind your disappearing act. You never tell me where you go or who you’re with or what the hell you’re thinking. I have to create my own rationalizations in order to keep from hating you. And lately, I’m sick of making excuses for you.

Every time I think it might be different, that you might actually stick around this time, history repeats itself. No matter how long you stay, no matter how close we become, you always end up leaving. You always end up hurting my heart.

You can’t keep rotating in and out of my life whenever you feel like it. You have to make a decision. You can either be there for me all of the time or none of the time. You don’t get to hover at the halfway mark. You aren’t allowed to treat me well only sometimes. That’s not the way relationships work.

I’m sick of guessing how much longer until you leave again. I can’t be with someone who keeps me trapped in a constant state of paranoia, who makes me wonder whether I am doing enough to convince them to stay.

I need someone who is going to answer every text I send, not pick and choose them based on convenience. I need someone who follows through on promises and keeps their word, even when it’s inconvenient. Someone who I am confident I can trust to stay loyal — and to just stay.

phoebe-does:

It’s okay to romanticise the small things about your day-to-day life. It’s okay to romanticise sleeping in, waking up to the sun tickling your skin. It’s okay to romanticise the texture of fingers against a page. Sometimes to save your day you need to romanticise sitting at a desk and working, or romanticise studying hyped up on coffee. It’s okay to picture yourself as if you were the mc in a movie. Watch yourself go through shit and know that it’s just the climax of your own story, and that while you sit in your room sobbing to sad songs, good things are just around the corner.

Sometimes to be okay or get through the day you need to romanticise the simple things.

I texted first. I double texted.

I dropped hints about how much I missed you when you were not around. I worked my hardest to make room for you in my world because you seemed like you were worth the effort.

Even when you ignored my messages and sent mixed signals, I kept pushing forward. I would get upset about how long it was taking you to answer my texts, but I always ended up forgiving you. 

I chased after you, because I thought you were nervous about entering a relationship. I thought you were considering whether to make me your girlfriend and if I tried a little harder, then you would feel confident that I was the one.

I thought I was doing the right thing by pursuing you — and honestly, I’m not sure I could have held myself back anyway. All I wanted to do was talk to you. I never could have ignored the temptation to send a cute text. I never could have stopped myself from touching you, complimenting you, daydreaming about kissing you.

But after a while, I became exhausted. The chase tired me out. You never asked me to be your girlfriend, you never put in nearly as much effort as I had been exerting, so I gave up hope of getting together with you. I decided to stop sending the first text and stop blowing up your phone with notifications. I walked away from the idea of us. I accepted that you were never going to feel the same way about me.

I might have stopped chasing after you, but that doesn’t mean I stopped wanting you. That doesn’t mean I stopped scrolling through your social media and fantasizing about what might happen if we ran into each other again.

I still want you. I still have feelings for you. But I am not going to keep chasing after you when you have made it clear nothing is going to happen between us.

I cannot keep putting myself through the agony of analyzing your mixed messages. I cannot deal with the heartache of flirting with you, feeling like I am getting closer to you, and then finding out you’ve found someone else.

I tried to impress you for long enough. If we are going to get together, then it’s your turn to do the work. It’s your turn to send the first text, to try to keep the conversation going, to come up with exciting plans and cry yourself to sleep when they fall through.

I cannot do it anymore. I cannot keep chasing you, even though you’re all that I want.

suspend:

were you ever mad at someone you truly care then you block them in your life for a reason but everyday you have this urge to accept them back again? not because you want to talk to them but because you wanna check on them, know theyre okay, know theyre fine and know they’re doing well? 

(via suspend)

wnq-writers:

“I tried saying all my words right this time. All my songs soft and hands wide enough to give and feet ready to leave and mouth begging you to stay. All my apologies loud. All my grief planted plainly on my bedside. All my metaphors stare at me with eyes wide open pleading me to make sense of them. Make sense of how something broken can break again. Make sense of how sometimes all the air in the world can never be enough for the vacuum in your lungs. I tried putting all my love out in the open and up for grabs. All the prayers coherent and coarse enough for them to echo. I tried, i really did. But with one foot out the door and almost all your heart in her palms, how did i not see the fall coming. How did i not taste the concrete in all your kisses and the sky fall in your touch. My love, you were never really here to be gone, were you?”

— ayeshasyedaa