When she was young she danced to her own tune, ignorant of the possibility of a love that could make her dance to the tune of another.
When she became older, she danced with a partner who loved the limelight and crowd, ignorant of the possibility of switching partners.
When she grew wiser, she danced all too quietly for a trained ear only. His stares carried the weight of her far from across the room. It was true love at first flight.
- Oldliteratisoul, Writing Prompt 24, Write About Understanding.oldliteratisoul, WRITING PROMPT #24: Write about understanding (via wordsnquotes) 729 notes
When she became older, she danced with a partner who loved the limelight and crowd, ignorant of the possibility of switching partners.
When she grew wiser, she danced all too quietly for a trained ear only. His stares carried the weight of her far from across the room. It was true love at first flight.
- Oldliteratisoul, Writing Prompt 24, Write About Understanding.oldliteratisoul, WRITING PROMPT #24: Write about understanding (via wordsnquotes) 729 notes
Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.
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One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.Beau Taplin, Hunting Season
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Acting like you don’t care is not letting it go.
Penelope Douglas, Bully
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Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone.
I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.Kristie Betts (via wordsnquotes) 74,748 notes
I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.Kristie Betts (via wordsnquotes) 74,748 notes
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.Edgar Allan Poe
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142,670 notesone of the most toxic things i’ve ever done is ignore the bad in someone because i love them
“I never knew how easy it would be to fall back into old habits,” I said. “Sometimes it seems like you were never really part of my life at all.”
He stared at the ground, his brow furrowed. “How can you just forget everything that happened between us?” He grabbed the back of his neck with his right hand - a nervous tick, I knew. “How can you pretend nothing happened?
“That’s not what I meant,” I explained. “I can’t forget what happened - won’t let myself forget it. All I’m saying is that it feels like a dream. What we shared - it’s always at the back of my mind, but sometimes it feels unreal, like I’m making it all up.”
He sighed. “I get it.” He grabbed my hand, stroked my palm with his thumb. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to…”
“I get it,” I interrupted. “It’s a malady of circumstances. And we just couldn’t find the cure.” L.W - excerpt from a book I’ll never write #62
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He stared at the ground, his brow furrowed. “How can you just forget everything that happened between us?” He grabbed the back of his neck with his right hand - a nervous tick, I knew. “How can you pretend nothing happened?
“That’s not what I meant,” I explained. “I can’t forget what happened - won’t let myself forget it. All I’m saying is that it feels like a dream. What we shared - it’s always at the back of my mind, but sometimes it feels unreal, like I’m making it all up.”
He sighed. “I get it.” He grabbed my hand, stroked my palm with his thumb. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to…”
“I get it,” I interrupted. “It’s a malady of circumstances. And we just couldn’t find the cure.” L.W - excerpt from a book I’ll never write #62
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We are bound by our mutual destruction. By everything we’ve ever been through. But I can keep holding on because, for now at least, I love you.
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It’s brutal,” I said. “To be this honest. To be this vulnerable. But it’s also the very foundation of what makes me strong.
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A years ago today I wrote my suicide poem. 365 days have passed since I sat there proud of the words I formulated about my planned escape. Only 23,795 more to go.
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