itusedtobeforeverandalways:

She burns pages to feel alive and watch her words dance in the flames. She clings to his jacket each and every night since he left. Hoping to catch a whiff of the old spice scent she loved so much. She spills her heart out in poetry and tears wondering why she still wastes them on him. She wears a mask full of happiness but secretly dying a bit more inside since the day he walked out. She once believed in love but that was long ago when silver lockets and pinky promises meant something more.

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itusedtobeforeverandalways:

She burns pages to feel alive and watch her words dance in the flames. She clings to his jacket each and every night since he left. Hoping to catch a whiff of the old spice scent she loved so much. She spills her heart out in poetry and tears wondering why she still wastes them on him. She wears a mask full of happiness but secretly dying a bit more inside since the day he walked out. She once believed in love but that was long ago when silver lockets and pinky promises meant something more.

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3:am is the ghost hour,
but i never believed so

until i was awake yesterday at 3:am,
thinking about you

thinking about our love,
that lived and died

and felt it haunting me.

(via smallestdiary)
and my chest hurts so bad
it’s like i’m at the bottom
of a river again.
and i swear
it’s breaking all my bones this time.
where were you when i was drowning (via shewhofightswithmonsters)

nothomo:

when ur parents call u for dinner and u see they made your fav

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absolutelysweetmarie:

a shipper and a non-shipper watching a show together.

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It takes everything in me not to call you.
(via agapenia)
I dreamt of you last night.
We were sitting on the edge
of your bed
my right hand intertwined
with your left
while your shoulder cradled
my resting head.
I remember breathing you in
and I swear I could smell you,
even after I woke.
I miss that smell.
All day I felt your absence,
a heavy weight in my chest,
the tightening of my throat
and tears burning
the rims of my eyes.
All day my mind
was drowning in you.
I thought of your hands,
craving how they felt
when they caressed
my skin and how gracefully
they strummed strings on a guitar.
I yearned to see your shoulders
and how I fondly stared
while I watched you cook.
I am in need of the comfort
of your back
when I would lay
my head in the curve
between your shoulders
with my chest pressed against you.
I can almost feel the warmth.
It is silly that such a simple dream
left me longing for your essence.
I am waiting for this image
of you in my head
to be replaced with something new.
Montana Routsis Choking on Nostalgia (via montanegro)
i have an empty soul and a hollowed out heart
but i swear i wasn’t this shattered and broken from the start
its all thanks to one person, i gave him my world-
but throughout everything he left me crying
and
screaming
on the corner of our street in the cold
please come back, ill beg till the end
ill never be complete
ill never be happy
until you’re in my arms once again
(via sadlyinlovex)

compendium-of-happy-endings:

You left your fingerprints all over my heart,
You left your smell in my nostrils,
You left your love within me,

You left.

"My heart must still be with you; for I cannot find it here. There is no passion in life without you. The vibrancy has gone from my world. I would like it to all return, but I know that my soul will forever belong to you. It was a gift. Not returnable. When you have so much love inside of you, you can’t help but give it."
B.D
B.D (via fireinthebreeze)