You look like every drawing of every prince character from every fairytale I’ve ever read.
Picture them in your mind. In that moment. Freeze it. See every detail. Hear every sound. Smell every scent.
They will carry you through the pain.
I never met you but I knew all your secrets. You’d spill them late at night across the wires, across the earth, from one continent to another. I don’t know what you sounded like but I knew what you’d say. And I didn’t even know what you looked like. But I knew how you felt. We trust in strangers the most.
I never fell in love with you. I just fell.
The only place you’ll find the perfect person, the perfect family or a perfect life is in television commercials for cereals and on tumblr pages.
Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers, rain falling from the ground to the sky, a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved, a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.
All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you.
Somewhere, someone knows the words to the songs you sing
“Just to be clear,
I don’t want to get out without a broken heart
I intend to leave this life so shattered
There’s gotta be a thousand separate heavens
for all my flying parts”
I miss you sitting next to me. I miss watching you falling asleep. I miss carrying you to bed. I miss looking at the ceiling and listening to you breathing.
There is no place called happiness. But there is a path you can travel.
"I’ll meet a new face, One that can show me a trace of a change in me,
And smother the shadow that I form, In a blanket of harmony.
I’m a stranger here,
#the day i truly understand what love is, and it’s not all about being happy together as a couple. Goodbye has been said, i’ll live my life, he will too, separately. Fucking hard, but deep down, it made me smile.
I wanna be a better man, for me, and for him.
This is where you left me. And this is where I left your memories behind, right here and now.
This is how bad stories end. But it’s also how the best stories, begin.
You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.
I found love, and i had to let it go. He’s a Scottish and gosh he made me smile like a silly boy. I’m in a deep shit emotional mess. The hardest part is i have no one to talk to about my love life.
note to self: man up and be awesome instead,