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Wouldn’t It Be Wonderful, l.h.k.
© 2014 by l.h.k.
(via jane-eyyyre)
i forgive in flowers,
i plant seeds where it hurts.
i take my time.
i blossom first.
"Pavana पवन
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I’ve been cold since you left,” she says with a hint of bitterness.
“You kept me so warm. But it all blew up, and I became numb to try to cope with it. My heart just turned to ice.”
“Sometimes I meet someone, and think something great could happen, but then they leave.”
“And you know why?” she asks, knowing she won’t get an answer.
“Because I’m always so goddamn cold.
"cold. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
I really wish I had been more grateful for him when I had the chance,” she sighs.
“I took him for granted. I didn’t fully appreciate the little things he did. ”
“Or the big things, actually,” she says, laughing a little.
“He loved me, and I loved him too, but I didn’t really show it. I hurt him by doing that.”
“I guess that’s why he left. I just wasn’t thankful for all he did.”
She chokes out a laugh, a piercing sound.
“That must be why they say to be thankful for what you have, because it’ll leave eventually.
"happy thanksgiving!! (via storyiwillneverwrite)
I’m sorry if I seem distant sometimes,” she says.
“It’s just that I’m scared of people. Not a fear of people themselves, but the fact that us humans can change our minds so quickly and easily. One day someone’s telling you that they’ll never leave you, and the next day they’re gone.”
Her voice is thick with tears by this point.
“How am I supposed to trust someone who can’t make up their mind about what flavor of fucking ice cream they want with my heart?
"11.29.15 (via storyiwillneverwrite)
You tell yourself you don’t care about him anymore every morning when you wake up.
You tell yourself you don’t need him anymore every time you see him.
You tell yourself he means nothing to you every night, trying to keep him from invading your dreams.
But your heart still aches when you hear his name.
Your mind still spins when you smell his cologne.
And your breath is still taken away when his eyes meet yours.
"you still love him, admit it. (via storyiwillneverwrite)
Heartbreak is not poetic.
Heartbreak isn’t always a pretty girl crying her eyes out on her bathroom floor at 3am. It doesn’t feel like a knife in the chest, a bullet to the heart, or the inability to breathe.
Heartbreak is not anything like the movies. You can’t get over true heartbreak with ice cream and a good cry. You can’t be heartbroken for a day and be completely fine the next.
Heartbreak will break you, but you can fix yourself. It takes time, and pain, and so much effort, and you still may never be completely over it.
Heartbreak is not beautiful.
"heartbreak is not poetic. (via storyiwillneverwrite)