Sometimes, I wonder if you think about me late at night when you can’t fall asleep, or maybe even during the day when you catch a glimpse of something that reminds you of me. because I do. I think of you a lot more than i’d like to.
- I’m not sure if I want to know the answer. (melancholicwritings)
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““Maybe we met too young. Maybe at that time, we didn’t know how to love each other right.” I said sadly as my eyes avoided his eyes. “Do you think if we met years from now, we would be right for each other?””
— The right time. // A. W. // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #77
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I’ll always be waiting.
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“A part of me is yearning to let go, but another will never stop hoping that it’s you and I in the end. And I’m terrified that part will never leave me. I am terrified of the thought of it consuming me until I am made of nothing but false hope.”
- cece (melancholicwritings)
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I know I’m forsure not the easiest to deal w all the time, like I constantly need reassurance. I get stressed to the point I literally break tf down & overthink to the point where I’m sick to my stomach but I’m a solid person & like over all I’m pretty understanding & shouldn’t feel like I’m not sure abt my worth in someone’s life. I don’t deserve that. I definitely cry a lot or get mad easily but I literally put everyone else before myself & it fucks me over in the end. I definitely don’t make the best decision all the time I’ve hurt people and regret it sm...
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“It has made me better, loving you.”
— Henry James
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“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
— Unknown
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I can’t even count how many times I’ve thought this lately
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a part of my brain wants to thrive and sing and draw and write and do good things for the world and sit on park benches and smile at strangers and feed animals and then the other part wants me to not exist anymore and to just dig a hole in the ground and rot there forever and just not be in this three dimensional human shell anymore and i hate how it seems that the bad part overpowers the good part of my brain more often than i want it to
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“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
— J.K. Rowling
(via thoughtkick)
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Look back & it’s years later I’m still not happy, I try so hard... but I always end up feeling like this and it progressively gets worse. I need help, I hate asking for it but im not sure I can do it on my own anymore.. I do have hope I’ll one day at least be content but it’s so far away I’m not sure it will ever come.
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