Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt (via thelovejournals)
Every time
I think of you
Fluid stars
Fall down
My cheeks
From the sky
Of my
She changed, but not overnight like in the books. Over years. Slowly and painfully. Sometimes brutally. But she did.
Hira (via hedonistpoet)
daily reminder: u need to work harder cause u ugly so nobody finna take care of u! 😘
I was never prepared for the heart break you gave me.
(via mytenwordstoryig)
Our story became like a flute, empty and hollow, and sounds sad. أصبحت حكايتنا كالناي، فارغة مجوفة، وصوتها حزين
Shahrazad al-Khalij (via nizariat)
Love, you thought he was the one but I am sorry he ruined you. You waited for late night conversations but he gave you unanswered calls. You needed someone’s arms to hold you during tough times but he gave you mixed signals and uncertainties. When days were lonely and you needed someone who would grab your hand, and take you to the place where you’d heal slowly, he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name You were like a flower, drying and you thought that he was the only raindrop you needed to keep you alive. If it hurts so much to the point that you do not know who you are anymore, walk away. Don’t kiss him on parts you thought he’d tremble. Put down your hands and stop praying to him as if he is your God and he’s the only one who can save you. He’s just a boy. A boy who made you think that you deserve everything when he is not giving anything to you.
to us girls, who are hurting right now: we are all going to make it. (via pakalmot)
جب خواہشات مرجاتی ہیں تو بس سمجھوتے باقی رہ جاتے ہیں پھر ہم خوش ہوں یا اداس اس سےکوئی فرق نہیں پڑتا
(via esh-q)
turning of the leaves