"Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man."
— read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem
Paolo Sebastian s/s 2015 couture
I don’t want to dream about you again tonight. Not you and certainly not them. I don’t have the energy for it.
Robin Williams photographed by Peggy Sirota, 2013
"Nothing has ended
than thinking that
the other person knows
what you are feeling.
Actions may speak
louder than words,
but sometimes words
need to be heard."
"The thing about on/off relationships is… They’re great until they’re not, they’re the things of dreams, until, suddenly, you’re living a nightmare. They’re the perfect song, on a broken record. They’re a great book, possibly the greatest, but with key chapters missing. They’re breakfast in bed on a powder blue morning, and then days in bed, without eating. They’re breakups that you don’t know how to mourn, because you can’t fathom that this one, this is the last.
They’re drunk break-up sex and drunk make-up texts at 3am. They’re feeling cheated and feeling guilty. They’re feeling loved, they’re feeling special.
They’re intoxicating. Because you keep making the same mistakes, over and over again, because you keep falling into the same pattern. They’re familiar and safe, and like a home you come back to - no matter where, or how broken - it’s a home no less; they know you and you know them.
But see, the thing is, after a while, you no longer hear the music on the broken record - you just hear silence; and you no longer care about the characters, you just want the book to end. Every off, every break chips away.
At some point you realize that love should be more than drunk-3am-s that make you afraid that life will never be that perfect again. At some point you no longer want love to be a roller coaster.
Or so I’ve heard. I hope it’s true. But right now, if you called and asked me to - I’d go back, I’d do it all over again."
I just woke up one day
your name no longer
made my chest tremble,
I fell asleep one evening
and my dreams
were free from your lips.
It seemed impossible,
for so long,
and then suddenly -
not loving you
was the easiest thing.