But I loved you unconditionally, and I still do. My heart aches from the way I miss you—it aches from the way I try to stop.
05.28.12 ♥ 0
But I loved you unconditionally, and I still do. My heart aches from the way I miss you—it aches from the way I try to stop.
Well I guess I’m trying to be
Nonchalant about it
And I’m going to extremes to prove
I’m fine without you
But in reality I’m slowly losing my mind
Underneath a disguise of a smile
Gradually I’m dying inside
Friends ask me how I feel
And I lie convincingly
Cause I don’t want to reveal
The fact that I’m suffering
So I wear my disguise
Till I go home at night
And turn down all the lights
And then I break down and cry
So what do you do
When somebody you’re so devoted to
Suddenly just stops loving you
And it seems they haven’t got a clue
Of the pain that rejection is putting you through
Do you cling to your pride
And sing “I will survive”
Do you lash out and say “How dare you leave this way?”
Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away?
Lyrics from Mariah Carey ft bone thugz- Break down
It’s been several hours and fifty days
since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
since you took your love away
since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues,
‘cause nothing compares
nothing compares to you
It’s been so lonely without you here
like a bird without a song
nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
tell me baby where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms round every boy I see
but they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl you better try to have fun
no matter what you do
but he’s a fool
‘cause nothing compares
nothing compares to you
Well, when you go
Don’t ever think I’ll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I’ll be off to find another way
And after all this time that you still owe
You’re still the good-for-nothing I don’t know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can
When you go
Would you even turn to say
“I don’t love you
Like I did
Yesterday”
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It’s where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar’s just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
While you can
-Mcr
ooh, can you say passion?
There’s a lot of things about this month that make me feel more alone than usual. It’s that constant lingering feeling of rejection hanging by the threads of my heart. I feel surrounded by thoughts of a lost love that could never be redeemed, and it haunts me. It haunts me when I awaken, it haunts me before I sleep, and it haunts me through out my day. I try to surround myself with friends, but instead I’m greeted by the vision of your stupid face. Laughing at me because you have hurt me and I have not left even a mark on you.
They say time heals all scars, I wish time can also make us forget what put them there in the first place
Dear girls of the world today;
There is nothing wrong with you.
Everything I see, everything I read, everything I hear, is geared toward telling you that something is wrong with you. You’re too fat. You’re too thin. Your skin is terrible. You look too young. You look too old. You’re too smart, you’re too dumb, you talk too much, you don’t talk enough, you’re broken, you’re flawed, you’re bad. And all those things are lies. They are exaggerations. They are designed to pick on the things you feel insecure about, and convince you that you will never be happy unless you force yourself into their standards of perfection.
They will tell you that you are weak; that girls can’t deal with spiders or do math or love snakes or run nations or be scientists. They will tell you that you must be indecisive, flighty, more interested in the interests that are chosen for you than the ones that you choose for yourself. They will tell you that you have to change yourself to suit them, and then they will keep moving the goalposts, so that you’re never done changing, and you’re never allowed to be you. And they are wrong. They are so, so wrong, and you are better than the lies they tell you.
If you are a girl, you are a girl. Period, finish, end statement. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what you enjoy doing. It doesn’t matter what your assigned birth sex is or was. It doesn’t matter who or what or why you love. All that matters is that you love, and that you accept that you are you, and you are awesome.
It’s okay if you love pink. Some girls genuinely do. I genuinely do. Once, we would all have been viewed as cross-dressing and weird for liking pink, which was a male color. Times change. If you want to own your own pinkness, do, and don’t let anyone tell you that makes you less of a feminist.
It’s okay if you hate pink. You’re not denying your gender or letting down the side, or anything else like that. You’re a person, and there are a lot of colors out there to fall in love with. I recommend orange, green, and anything that sears your retinas.
Frills and lace and high heels and makeup are all fine. So are denim and combat boots and tattoos. So is everything between those extremes.
Collect dolls or knives or books or interesting rocks. Watch horror movies or romances or cartoons. Run races; go to spas. Eat cake or lettuce. Buy yourself a toy light saber and make your own wooooom noises while you wave it around; build a cardboard castle and chuck plush mushrooms at your would-be rescuers. Live your life, the way you want to live it, and understand that no one can kick you out of “the girl club” for doing it wrong, because you’re not.
You’re doing it exactly right, and I love you for that.
Corn maze love,
Me.
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seanan_mcguire: Dear girls of the world today…
Today in reasons why I fucking love Seanan McGuire.
(via shiyiya)
Brilliant writer and even more brilliant person.
(via 3parts)I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
I would never want to give you anything less than what you deserve. And to me, you deserve nothing but the best. I want to satisfy your hunger for knowledge, love, passion, intimacy, and life itself with all my heart can give. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I want you to understand aggression on another level. When you’re around me, gravity comes to a halt—everything feels as though its up in the air. And when my senses come to, it’s that same gravitational pull that draws me back into you.
Xoxo Dabie
