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Best of greys (in no particular order): 3/?
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When you’re little, night time is scary because there’s monsters hiding right under the bed. When you get older, the monsters are different: self doubt, loneliness, regret and though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself afraid of the dark.
Meredith Grey (via greysstillslays)
She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep like a long lost friend, because it was the only way she was able to end the worst day of her life
tomorrow will be better. (via wannabewritingnow)
It is never truly wrong to crave love from someone. No one ever said that it was a mistake to fall in love with someone you know who won’t feel the same way towards you. They call it unconditional love when you don’t expect anything in return. Selfless. Brave. When you accept that feelings sometimes will not be mutual. Yet I hope that you should be willing to give the same kind of love to yourself. That even if you did a lot of mistakes, you resist the urge to hate yourself. Instead, I hope that you forgive yourself and learn from lessons you will meet along the way. Because that needs a lot of patience, kindness and courage my dear. Loving yourself even if the world tells you not to. Forgiving yourself even if other people say you don’t need to. Being kind to yourself even if you sometimes think you can’t. Darling, this is what you should always remember, especially when you feel like everything around you seems to kill every little piece of you. Do not ever forget that you deserve love, more especially from yourself. Do not let your light fade away. Stars are there with a purpose. And so are you. Shine brighter. Live.
ma.c.a // Self love (via vomitingwords)
I have no special talents, no real sense of direction or where my life is headed. I hold on to the bad things, they keep me up at night. I suppose I have a purpose in life, I tell myself as the days pass I’m getting closer and closer to my destiny. I don’t exactly have a plan, I’m just rolling with the punches.
Tenari Ioapo // where I was at 4 years ago. (via tenari-ioapo)
She carries her own little universe within herself, every single content paints her life story and reminds her that she’s a piece of it, the stars remind her of never giving up, of always seeing the good in bad and even when you’re at your worst you should just keep shining, the clouds remind her of how important it is to travel, to see the beauty of this world and to breathe a different air and to get lost in a foreign city, the hurricanes remind her of the past, of the fact that it may hurt, but accepting all that pain makes you stronger and wiser, everything can change in a minute and we have no control on anything, the sunsets and sunrises remind her of how beautiful it is to continue doing your thing, even when nobody notices you, because it doesn’t mean that you suck, at the end of the day, you should do things for yourself first, the rain reminds her of the fact that letting emotions out is always good to do, because in order to grow and to bloom you have to cry at first, the air reminds her of being kind to others, to always help them and show them that life is truly beautiful, you know you have lived when someone tells you “because of you, i never gave up.”
http://writies.tumblr.com/
breathe a different air, please!!
(via writies)
I love you. It’s the most honest thing I could say to you, yet it still feels like a lie. You see, I don’t just love you, I crave your touch. I seek your advice and wish for your laugh. I would go blind just to be your muse, and I would lose my mind if it meant I could watch you become the person you aspire to be. I love you, it’s true, but I believe it goes beyond that, beyond anything words could ever describe.
I love you (via beautifulessencewildmind)
“I got a chance to have a small conversation with her.”. She said. “She’s indeed nice. And she’s an interesting person.”. She continued, as she smiled a little. She knew what she has to say. She needed to let him go, and she knew only one person who could take care of him more than anyone else. Of course it will hurt her so much but some things never lasts the way we wanted it to. “I know you weren’t mine anymore. Or maybe you were never even mine from the very start. The moment I saw the two of you together, I knew then that I lost you already even if you haven’t told me about it yet. You know it hurts, but you have no idea how much it would affect me and my damn heart. Because it’s me, who will have to fight these feelings of mine, just to make you happy. Just to see you smile, I need to hide every little tear that’s going to come out. But don’t worry about it, I can do that—for you. Anything for you. I always do that, right? ”. She smiled as if she can’t feel any pain inside her. She wasn’t mad at him. She wasn’t mad at anyone else. She was just so sad she thinks she can’t say any word anymore. But in the end, she told him one thing she hoped he would do. She gently grabbed his hands and said, “Please do me one last favor. Please be happy. This time, please be really happy—do it for me. Will you? ”. Without waiting for an answer, she let go of his hands and walked away—without looking back. But with the acceptance that things between them will never be the same anymore.
ma.c.a // Love and Understanding (via vomitingwords)
I thought you were a good person but you messed up and you used me and you still don’t remember when my birthday is and you never even knew my middle name. And you tricked me into thinking you wanted the same things as me and you acted like you cared about what I was doing on the weekends and how my sister’s classes were but I don’t think you really cared about anything at all. And there’s a lot I should have said to you but the only thing I want you to know now is that none of that was okay but I am.
(via i-wrotethisforme)
“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)
“I realised something,” she says in quiet disbelief. “What’s that?” Her best friend asks in reply. “Home isn’t four walls and a roof. It isn’t two hands and a heartbeat. It’s all of that and none of it.” Her friend frowns, “Explain.” “Home is the sound of your best friend’s laughter at three o'clock in the morning after she’s been crying since midnight. Home is riding in the car with the windows down in the middle of the day during autumn. Home is your favourite song, your favourite book. Home is seeing your mom cooking breakfast in her pjs after you’ve stayed up all night talking. Home is when you see your brother finally make that homerun even if you don’t care for sports. Home is the little things; the things you might not remember a year from then, but they matter. They’re the most important moments because when they all come together under a roof filled with terrible singing and laughing and food, you know in your heart you don’t want to be anywhere else.”
adrian d epps // Home (via excerptx-and-quotex)
You could’ve chosen the girl with green eyes and long hair, who loves going out on dates and likes to cook for you, who always takes long baths and listens to music while doing her homework, who loves coffee and peppermint tea, who smiles at strangers and is crazy about sunsets, you could’ve chosen the girl who laughs like a princess and loves her parents, who reads poems and does yoga, who doesn’t eat meat and smells of vanilla, who is obsessed by sudoku and animes, who would play the piano for you and would adore your big brown eyes, you could’ve chosen the girl who teaches you how to treat a woman, who doesn’t get angry at you and isn’t jealous at all, who is passionate about photography and music, who laughs at your silly jokes and knows how to get what she wants, you could’ve chosen the girl who likes roses and “The walking dead”, who knows her worth and likes to play videogames, who would love to dance, especially for you and would love to watch with you movies about super heroes, but you chose me and I’m still wondering why.
http://writies.tumblr.com/
I’m still wondering why.
(via writies)
“When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said. “Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face. “We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.” She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke. “You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly. “Well what about now?” he questioned. “Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.”
- An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8 (via thisvastlove)
You’re gonna meet one great girl in this life. And from the moment you meet her, you’ll know she’s trouble. She’s gonna be weird, she’s gonna have attitude. She’s gonna make you do things you haven’t done. She’ll make you see things, she’ll make you feel. You’re gonna love her against reason. But somewhere in the middle, she’s gonna get tired of everything. Don’t leave. Because if you do, I promise you, you’re gonna live every day of your life looking back and regretting why you never took the chance. Just stand by her, do not give up. Because you know.. You knew from the moment you met her…she’s worth it.
LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via thoughtsofla)
When I fall for you, I don’t need someone there to catch me. I need someone there by my side falling with me and embracing me through the impact, never letting go: even though it may sting, even though we may crumble, even though we may never come up for air again. So fall with me. Take a deep breath and fall in, my love.
S. Renea (via rewriting-the-world)
Prompt #141
He reached into his pocket, gritting his teeth and avoiding all eye contact. She watched carefully, twisting the blade between her fingers every few minutes. At first he though it was impatience, but he quickly came to realise that it was in fact regret. She didn’t want to be the one to do this…
// My darlings, I’ve stared watching shadow hunters and my brain is going gaywire. They’re all so hot, like how??? //
You remind me of the ocean. Your voice can lull and rock me into a comfort, you seep deep into every fiber of my body. Water falls over me, the lapping of warm ocean water a constant only you can provide. Other times you heave your powerful hand from deep within and suck me into a drowning panic. You can throw harsh sprays and lashes that leave words imprinted like sand grains embedded in the skin.
g.e. // March 23rd (via writesnsuch)
I was thinking about how you’re always the first to say I love you; We were laying there on the couch, in a dark room illuminated by the light of the movie screen. I looked up at you. I could see the reflection of the movie in your eyes, the tension in your square jaw, and all the little creases in your curled up, crooked smile. You didn’t notice that I was watching you, but that’s okay. You didn’t have to. Every little thing that you did so effortlessly, I fell in love with over and over again. You turned to me and I hugged you closer, tugging on your shirt as I allowed your arm to rest around me. Before you could say anything, I leaned in to kiss you, but stopped myself just an inch before your face. You flash me that smile, oh so innocent, so sincere. I whisper your name, and find that those are the only words I know how to form. The following silence whispers the words I’ve been trying to say. You reply softly, “I love you too”, and I’ve never kissed someone so passionately as I had in that exact moment.
“i love you” pt.2 // 3.22.17 (via overdosedemotions)
Life on Mars
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