have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

"But if I couldn't get love..." she said, "...please let me have peace, instead."

I should stop running in circles // ma.c.a

I often sleep to avoid my feelings

Because night time is my worst time

And 2am is getting dangerous.

and suddenly i felt self-doubt

i should have known better than to fall in love with you. you told me about your heart. told me it was cold, relentless, broken. but i just smiled at you and told you i could fix it. now everything is over and i'm the only one who needs fixing.

e.s. // cold, cold heart.

How many times can a heart break till it ceases to exist?

-themindscalligraphy

"If I knew I was going to fall this in love,

Maybe I would have read the warning signs first."

- you're worth every risk

Maybe it's time to take a rest, and stop chasing after people, who never even took their time to glance back at you. Maybe it's time to see what's best within yourself—not only in anybody else.

When will you give yourself a chance? //ma.c.a

“The reason we hold onto someone for as long as we can, even when they’re not in our lives, is because they are a part of who we are. If we let them go, that part of us dies. And isn’t that what life is all about? Trying to survive at all costs? Even if it breaks our heart over and over again?”

18:20 - If we let them go, we think we die along with the memories too (moondustanddreams)

“You gave me panic attacks and I thought it was love.”

Day 483  (via myonlywayoutofhere)

I didn't realise someone could feel so much like home before you.

And maybe you're just

another bad habit,

that I'm struggling

to let go of.

This might hurt me. //ma.c.a

“You’re just one of them people. You know, 20 years from now my daughter may come home crying over a stupid boy. You’re the story I tell her. When she’s aching in bed and I’m running my fingers through her hair to try and wash away the pain, our story is what I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her how something so beautiful has the potential to become so ugly and toxic to the both of you. When she thinks she can’t live without him, I’ll tell her about our story and how I forced myself to heal. How getting out of bed was a mission. How breathing without you was a mission. When her skins burning from every part he touched I’ll tell her about how I scrubbed your hands of me in the shower as I was crying. And when she thinks she can’t ever move on, I’ll tell her about how 10 years ago I saw you alone in a pub whilst I was with her father, I’ll tell her how your eyes watered when our eyes met and how I replied with a gentle smile, because it was the calm after the storm. It hurts darling. It hurts so bad, knowing you love him more than anything and he’s too immature and childish to understand or even care and acknowledge that you’ll love him more than anyone possibly can in his life. But once you heal that hurt, you become an untouchable woman.

—a mix of my auntys story& my future

i really loved this advice so i had to share it with you

Please just let me sleep

I'm begging

I'm crying

I'm exhausted.

Please make yourself happy. And don't wait for anyone to do it for you.

I tell that to myself, every second of the day. // ma.c.a

and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.

why I left

w.j.

“i realize now, that loving him was neither beautiful nor poetic; it was knowingly walking through hell every day and losing myself there.”

- a.m. {trying to love someone who is too broken to be fixed}

How is it possible to be killed by your mind, every single night?

I'll continue pursuing my happiness, even if for now, I have no idea what the future is trying to make me do.

Hang in there, sweetie // ma.c.a