don't think. It complicates things. just feel and if it feels like home follow it's path.
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the hard part is pretending not to give a fuck when you really do. the worst part is trying to close your heart when its doors have been blown to pieces.
and in the end, letting go was a lot like finding love. i had to learn to say goodbye to the one who gave me the courage to say hello.
If i lived a million lives, i wouldv'e felt a million feelings, and i still wouldv'e fallen a million times for you.
and as she walked away I finally understood the most courageous thing to do...was to let another person love you.
And it's love if everything reminds you of the person you are trying to forget.
you see kid, you and I we were built for this. we were built to break a little more every time we fell in love.
I can feel you through your lonely eyes, and I hope one day you'll understand how everything that hurt us was everything that made us who we are.
and some will break you, some will destroy you, and some will even end you. and still you will love the next as if you've never been hurt. and that's what makes you, you, despite the bullshit people bring, you smile as if nothing has ever happened...and that's why I love you and I hope you never cha…
'Break me again,' she said softly because she knew he was addicted to broken things.
The hardest part is accepting how people change and that alone changes everything.
and she will always be a reflection of all the people she's ever loved.
I can't apologize for who I am, but I can apologize for the things I've done and I can't love you without hurting you. the same way I can't hold your heart without letting it slip through my hands. sometimes I break the things I love and sometimes the things I love break me.
they're scars for a reason, they don't hurt anymore but they're there to remind you of all the things you lived through the moments that almost killed you and the ones that made you who you are. stay strong.
madness and chaos are self-destructing, but overthinking is the suicide.
you have to allow yourself to break apart it's the only way you know what your made of. let yourself go. let yourself fall. let yourself drown. let yourself shatter above all. let yourself get hurt. do all the things you know...how you have to really know your demons to defeat them. befriend them to…
And in the end, she left a scar and I knew that was how she wanted to be remembered. She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.
Sometimes, your scars have a lot less to do with where you have been and a lot more to do with where you are going.
That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.
Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in all the things we used to love.