F. Scott Fitzgerald, “A New Leaf”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “A New Leaf”


Jess Rothenberg, The Catastrophic History of You and Me

Jess Rothenberg, The Catastrophic History of You and Me


What kind of fuckery is this?!
Amy Winehouse

One picture says a thousand words. About how I’m feeling.

One picture says a thousand words. About how I’m feeling.

(via tenthousandangels)


Stop putting words in my mouth. I know what we are and I know what we’re not.

Stop putting words in my mouth. I know what we are and I know what we’re not.


I miss you but you’re still here. How is that even possible? I shout to the heavens and ask for some kind of relief but nothing comes… My eyes just keep getting more sore and my heart becomes more raw. What am I going to do now?


How do you cope when the love of your life says that they don’t love you anymore? Where do you go? What do you do? Even though I know I didn’t do anything wrong, that almost makes it worse. That I gave everything I possibly had for four years… Every single ounce of my mind, my soul and my body wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to keep him from leaving. It wasn’t enough. 
I wish I could kiss his lips and ingrain the memory in my mind and never forget. He made me feel truly beautiful and I want to go back. I want to go back. 

How do you cope when the love of your life says that they don’t love you anymore? Where do you go? What do you do? Even though I know I didn’t do anything wrong, that almost makes it worse. That I gave everything I possibly had for four years… Every single ounce of my mind, my soul and my body wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to keep him from leaving. It wasn’t enough. 

I wish I could kiss his lips and ingrain the memory in my mind and never forget. He made me feel truly beautiful and I want to go back. I want to go back. 

(via sexual-passion)


S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling.

S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling.


Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not.

Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not.


Nick Flynn, “Emptying Town”

Nick Flynn, “Emptying Town”


Unrequited Love

I am the victim of an unrequited love. The love I feel cannot be shared or returned. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. I want to be looked at and adored the way he used to look at and adore me. I don’t want this, I scream it. I feel it, the pain is raw and trapped like a wild animal running rampage in my veins. My skin is weeping and my words are failing but I know one thing to be very true. What we had was real, it was free and wonderful. And when I grow older I will show my children all the keepsakes I have kept and I will show them the journey of love and passion that was was my first love. 

I may be a victim of unrequited love and I may now be alone in this but heaven knows, I have made it this far. I will go on. 


"I can’t make you love me when you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t".

Excuse me, we’re through. My darling, even though this kills me I do understand. And even though I love you still, please let me bleed, I know you will.