#hearbreak
A post for all the other lonely hearts tonight. This was one of my favorite contemporary neon signs, but, alas, the Heartbreak Restaurant didn’t last long.
I miss you, Heartbreak.
RIP Heartbreak Restaurant
on E 2nd Street at 2nd Avenue in the East Village, Manhattan
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—Dewi A. Paraswati
[Text ID: And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.]
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (2017 - present)
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“I have a tendency to put to much trust in a relationship and that trust has been taken advantaged of before”_Loki about his previous relationships
¿Quieren saber algo triste?
La única persona que he amado de verdad en mi vida no me correspondió y desde entonces no me volví a enamorar.
-Escritora anónima.
