I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands.
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the pain
did not
make me
a better person.
it did not
teach me not to
take anything
for granted.
it did not
teach me anything
except how
to be afraid
to love anyone.
Amanda Lovelace, from “II. the damsel,” The Princess Saves Herself in this One
(CreateSpace, 2016)
My heart swings back and forth.
I think too much.
I feel too much.
The distance is killing me.
The uncertainty is killing me.
This is love.
It consumes me whole.
How do I let it go?
How do I let you go?
They say, if you don’t hurt for it,
then it’s not love.
Then this must be love.
Thought we were life partners with souls intertwined.
Are we unmatched minds who just feel confined?
Should we bear the sorrow and leave each other behind?
So, my heart swings back and forth.
Waiting on our decline.
declining love // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts (via abillionlittlethoughts)
“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”
“no one gets to have a place in your mind if they weren’t invited there by you. so please do me this one favor: don’t let their ugly words into your beautiful mind.”
— one of the most important things taylor has said
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
So look at my eyes
and tell me that
I wasn’t good enough.
Because I’m sick of the lies
and I don’t want to
give up
(via 11anothergirl11)