I fucked up so badly and all I ever do is fuck up and I’m so tired of never getting second chances while everyone else gets so many.

I am ruining my own life.

I was expecting for you to pull our faces together.

I was expecting you to tell me to stay longer. 

(Source: asdfghjklsd-, via imaginaryenemy-)

if it doesn’t work, you will meet someone else
if it doesn’t work it is because you have changed or she has and you are no longer compatible. the same way your old selves were you will meet someone compatible to who you become.
but it will
it will 
because you want it to and you care

(via le-figuier)

no
im hung up on being in a relationship
im hung up on certain things
but the guy i dated isnt really around anymore
like
its not the same person
which is normal yeah i know
the same way that i write him better than he is
than he was
what we were on paper is what im hung up on.

(via beautifulsiren)

Being alone takes time, needs practice.

Walk down your ex-lover’s street until you stop hoping to run into him. Until you stop slowing down in front of the video store you first cried in. This will take months.

Find a bus ticket to the town you drank your first beer in, drink another. Don’t stop until you reacquaint yourself with the feeling of the damp coasters, slide one in your purse. Taste the bartender’s grip on your third napkin, wipe the foam from your lip like he used to. You’ll have to clean yourself up now. The eyeliner you applied in the bus depot bathroom—while staring at the words written above the mirror that hadn’t been cleaned in day—hasn’t been a straight line for three hours.

We all go to bed with the wrong people.

Take the train back, sit in an empty car and try to forget the sounds people make when they’re moving. The sound people make when they’re moving beneath each other, like if they go fast enough it’ll be harder to remember. So that when they stop, their breaths get caught in your white bed sheets, so that when they leave before the morning, your blankets will keep telling you stories while you sleep.

Burn your bed sheets when you get back. Use the lighter you bought when you started smoking to light them. Call your neighbors over to drink wine amongst them and after, throw them to the dirt mounds.

Washers won’t work for this. 

oh my god. just hang out with me.

(via misswallflower)