My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.
One day I woke up
and we no longer spoke
the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since.
stop romanticizing the idea of becoming so dependent on another human being that you cannot function adequately without their presence goodbye
(Source: floatingmemories, via falling-yesiamfalling)
There’s something special about first love. Something special about how you can’t possibly know whether you love them because there’s been nothing to compare it too. Something special about how everything is new, even the way you hold hands is different. Something special about how you don’t know how to heal when it ends. I guess what I’m trying to say is that, if I had to learn all that, I’m glad I learned it with you.
First Love Lessons (#260: March 7, 2014)
Written for: anonymous
This is for the anonymous submitter who sent me something as Missy
The worst part was that you loved me. You loved me so much, more than anything or anyone you’d ever loved before.
But not as much as I’d loved you. Never as much as I’d loved you.
- Not Quite (#220: March 2, 2014)
I had to leave and thank god I did because you’re not getting the best of me anymore.
The Best of Me (#221: March 2, 2014)
Written for: liveinsidemyfairytale
Why would you make me fight so hard for you if you were just going to leave?
That’s Not Fair (#222: March 2, 2014)
Written for: tekture
You look at me like you’re amazed I’m okay. I guess you finally realized you weren’t special enough for me to ruin my life over.
- No One Is (#246: March 5, 2014)