Life Starts Now

Life Starts Now

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So you have an idea.
An idea of a boy whose funny and charming and everything you’d look for in a boy. And you take every word he says and wrap it in flowers even though the thorns are making your fingers bleed.
So you have an idea.

An idea of a boy who you fall more and more in love with every day. He’s the first person to make your heart flutter. You’ve got a notebook full of poems about him laying on your bedroom floor.

So you have an idea.
An idea of a perfect story, a perfect first kiss. A romance so beautiful you convince yourself you’re living in it, where a boy kissed a girl as the clock stuck 12 and he loved her as much as she loved him.

So you have an idea.
An idea of a boy that your friends can’t stand, and they call it out n being exactly that. They spit out his name with disgust in their eyes an you sit there pleading. “He’s a nice guy, really, I swear.” But truthfully, you’re becoming more doubtful yourself.

So you have an idea.
An idea of a boy whose funny and charming and wants you. An idea of a perfect kiss and a perfect romance. An idea of love.

So you have an idea, and this idea was wrong. And all of the sudden your charming boy doesn’t have pure intentions, and that kiss wasn’t perfect, because you needed it, and he pretended it didn’t happen. And you feel like your ribs are cracking and you can’t breathe. And your heart is shattered. And your mind is, too.

So you have an idea.
An idea that broke your heart.

I FELL IN LOVE WITH AN IDEA, (via lonely-hearts-clique)

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He told me that we were
going to be okay,
but I’m not.
I’m on the floor gasping for air,
attempting to pick myself up
but only bleeding from the
pieces of me that are shattered.

He’s the one that is okay.

(t.m.o.)

(Source: conjurefamiliar)

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The summer he got his
heart broken,
he migrated to the country where she
bloomed in between the snow.
He took on this trip,
to find the missing part of her.
But I wonder; did he fall
in love with me while he was
missing her?
Germany by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

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daisylongmile:

“I’m slowly falling back in love with the boy who damaged me so badly, I swore I would never love again. My heart is shattering again and I was so sure it was already in pieces so small, they were practically dust. I suppose old feelings never really do die…”

daisylongmile:

I’m slowly falling back in love with the boy who damaged me so badly, I swore I would never love again. My heart is shattering again and I was so sure it was already in pieces so small, they were practically dust. I suppose old feelings never really do die…”

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He is the kind of exquisite that illuminates lifetimes,
I am the kind of horrible that destroys what is mine.
How could someone like him love something like me,
when I am just a shipwreck, and he is the deep blue sea.
Nikita Gill, More Songs from the Sea (via untamedunwanted)