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smokeinsilence · a year ago
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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
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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.
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vomitingwords · a year ago
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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
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moondust-and-dreams · 11 months ago
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“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)
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smileyangels · a year ago
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“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
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