But this time it’s different
people never understand why it’s so easy for me to move on like it’s nothing
you think being single is something that defines your strength as a person
it defines your strength as someone who has independence
but it’s so easy for me to try to move on to new things
because i’m strong in believing that there is always something new that can spark my interest
i’m strong in believing that i can always find something after the rain
after the storm
after the torrential downpour
is it bad to believe that?
it hurts the ones prior to the ones in the present
but is that bad for me?
no i don’t believe that at all
Oh what a mess
You’ve got the best of my heart
It broke and now it’s just a joke
— Haruki Murakami (via psych-facts)
and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME
it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your handMy tears
I’ve reblogged this already but I love it.
The best post i’ve ever seen. Wow.
You. You fucking did this to me.
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What’s worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve over come. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think but that’s not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.