Masterpiecejoonie - Bri

06.21.17

I’m sick of missing you, And crying over our loss. I’m sick of wishing you’d come back, And fearing you never will. I’m sick of dreaming about you, And never sleeping. I’m sick of counting How many days it’s been Since we’ve ended.

But most of all, I’m sick of writing poems about you, And hoping you’d read them. When knowing That these words Go on deaf ears, And that my tears, My wishes, My dreams Won’t make one difference To you.

-C.A.

If you are not clear about what you want, you should not be surprised when you receive the unexpected.

- Spiritual Truths

Maybe you aren’t the girl the guys look at when you walk by or the girl the guys wants but that’s okay because you don’t need a guy to feel pretty or wanted.

Reminders to myself (via myonlywayoutofhere)

So important.

(via creepyscripts)

have you ever thought, that maybe the happiest people that always cheer others up and listens to everyone’s problems are sometimes the saddest people when they’re alone and have nobody to go to.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

I hope you ruin me.“ “Why?” “I don’t ever want to forget you.” “I don’t have to ruin you for that.” “Maybe not. But there’s a special sort of memory that comes with being ruined.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)