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What I Could Not Do

hardest part.. auf We Heart It -
I guess I just have to figure out how to accept that it’s ok to be human. It’s ok to hurt. I really loved you, and you’re gone, and it is not irrational to hurt over this. It is not irrational to be angry that you didn’t say goodbye. It is not irrational to feel exhausted from crying myself to sleep. I am human, and humans fall apart. Humans fall in love and get their heart broken and they cry and they scream and they hurt and that is not irrational. It is not irrational to miss someone who has been your comfort for over three years. It is not irrational to dream about a boy you’ve only held once. It is not irrational to beg with a god you don’t believe in that this boy will come back to you. I am not irrational, I am human.
"I Am Not Irrational" by Alexa Arnold (4/1/14)

(Source: alexaisalive)

"Whatever," I said.

I saw the disgust in her face. She thought I hated her. For a long time, I thought I did too. But neither one of us had ever been good at listening. Talking, yes. Listening, no. Because if she had been listening, she would’ve heard the hairline fracture of careless syllables, trailing off into smoky rooms of years-long-lost and years-gone-by. She would’ve known that I was screaming “I love you, I miss you, please come back.” If she had been listening, she would have heard those words out loud for all the weeks that I had been pouring them out, as if I was the sun and she was the moon and I owed her my light so that she might fill up the night sky. It’s funny how, after a while, those words stop coming out. You realize that they change nothing. And they simply become careless scribbles in the crevices of our weary hearts - hidden even from ourselves. Instead, words doused in fire dance from our lips, so that we can fool everybody around us into thinking that we don’t care - perhaps more importantly, so that we can fool -ourselves- into thinking that we don’t care. Because if we lie to ourselves long enough, then maybe it’ll eventually be true. And the pain that comes from caring - that searing, aching, horrid, cold-tears-on-empty-sheets-at-three-in-the-morning sort of pain - maybe it will eventually fade, and it’ll be okay that the person we stand with at the altar isn’t who we imagined ten years ago.
unused lines from unwrtten novels 3, kent w. (via written-next-to-midnight)

Aw auf We Heart It -
Letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it’s pulled, you’re relieved. But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was not hurting you doesn’t mean you did not notice it. It leaves a gap. And sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain.Therefore, move on and let go.
A Dentist (via brandmentalist)

I remember how you looked at me with that doe eyed smile that could melt my heart in seconds and expected my automatic forgiveness. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” you said. And I could have believed you if I hadn’t known better. 
And it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay at all. 
Even on my weakest days,
I get a little bit stronger.
Sara Evans (via a-thousand-words)

(via a-thousand-words)

I don’t know what’s worse, not having you the way I want you or not having you at all.
Rafelina Michelle (via infamousraflo)