#heartbreak
I wish it ended in chaos. I wish it ended with screaming and yelling and harsh words tumbling from acid soaked tongues. I wish it ended in a way that scarred me, lit me on fire, and left something tangible for me to hold on to. But it didn’t. It ended in quiet apologies, heartbroken stares, and silent tears. It ended with you calling me wonderful in the same breath you shattered my heart. It ended with me losing my sense of safety and me, being forced to let go of the one person who ever made me feel right.
please come back, I can’t breathe by (ds)
Song: Liars like you by Sarah close
Now that I have a love so golden, I’m not sure why I settled for less, why I settled for greys and a dark blue mess. Now that I have a love so fulfilling I can’t believe I used to beg for rations, I used to think that love was me begging for compassion. Now that I have a love so amazing I wonder why I let myself be hurt in that way not once not twice but every single day. My love is a reminder, he will never let me forget. That love isn’t a game, you don’t have to place your bets.
Sometimes it feels like I take up too much space
Like my presence annoys others, like I don’t quite fit into place
I’m either too loud or to soft
I don’t talk enough or I talk to much
No matter what I do I can’t seem to please you
It gets so exhausting trying to be
Something for everybody, I just want to be me
But I’m stretched too thin and I work to much
I keep giving away parts of myself and it’s never enough.
I look at you and for a moment forgot about the whole world. In that moment it’s just us and nothing else matters. And I knew that if you ever left, that would be the death of me.
Don’t look at me like that
I’m already falling way too fast
Don’t smile at me like that
I’m already way to attached
I think I made you worse in my head
Amplified the things you said
Cut you off
cause I heard she was in your bed
but I should have just asked you instead.
I assumed, and that was wrong
But saying goodbye was easier than holding on
-writingforthesad
Walking away from someone you love, even someone toxic, is never easy. But it is worth it.
I try to teach my heart not to want things it can’t have
but it never learns
(Nie) kocham
I przez chwilę nadzieję miałam, naprawdę go pokochałam , on znaki dawał mi również liczyłam na więcej uwierz. Przez trzecie osoby w tym świecie jebie się wszystko wiesz przecież i nam to też się zepsuło. Mnie w serce bardzo zakuło.
Valentine’s Day is nearly upon us! And while it can be a time of joy for many, for some it is more bittersweet, recalling memories of past heartache. If you fall into the latter camp this year, don’t fret—we uncovered the remedy you might need in an old manuscript recipe book.
“A Cure for Love” was penned on one page of this 19th century Collection of Useful Receipts, a handwritten book containing recipes for food as well as home remedies for various diseases and conditions. And while some of the directions might be a tad difficult to follow, we’ve been assured that this cure is the best around:
Take a gram of sence [sense] half a gram of Prudence a dram
of understanding one ounce of patience a pound of resolution
and a Handful of Dislike intermix them all together fold
them up in the [???] brick of your brain there let them
stand for twenty four howers [hours] then set them on the slow
fire of hatred Straing [?] it clean from the dregs of Melon-
-colly [melancholy] sweetning it with forgetfulness putting it in the Bottle
of your heart stop[p]ing it down with a cork of sound judgment
there let it stand fourteen days in the water of cold Affliction
this rightly made and fully ap[p]lied is the most effectunate [effectual?]
remedy in the universe you may have it at the house of under-
-standing in constant street by going up the hill of self denial
In the town of forgetfullness in the County of Love
This cure for love appears alongside many other medical remedies, including ointments for “warts and corns” and a supposed cure for smallpox. Whoever created this manuscript apparently considered love a very serious condition indeed.
http://catalog.lib.msu.edu/record=b10316781~S39a
~Andrew
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Ha kívánhatnék..
Igen, feladtam minden reményemmel és igen tudom, hogy mi sose leszünk együtt. De attól még tiszta szívemből kívánom, hogy Ő boldog legyen. Ne érezzen fájdalmat, ne bántsa senki.
Legyen boldog!
Még akkor is ha nekem ebben sose lehet részem.
