Be kind and let the assholes be assholes.
Love is never convenient. You don’t say I love you because it’s beneficial, you say it because you mean it.
We lay down together, You were closer than I know
You spoke and your presence dominated every bone in my body
How I hope you had amnesia instead, how I hope all these are memories drawn in vast darkness, how I pray all these emotions cease to exist. Maybe it would be less horrible then.
You deserve someone who will stay with you during the stormy days and assures you that there will be a rainbow somewhere along the way.
You just can’t run away from failure. Contrary to what everyone told you, you can’t be successful all the freaking time.
Gone like ourselves. Like our own lives.
We have to start complimenting girls on their intelligence, courage, determination and good heart instead of always trying to find beauty on their outside appearance.
I touch you and I remember those moments she had the chance to touch you in the same spot, in the same place. I touch you and all I feel is her.
My heart told me that it’s waiting for a “right moment” to love you again, to fall for you again, to focus on you again, to just find joy in you again. However, it’s not moving. I can hear it break. I can hear it ache. I can hear it.