Life Starts Now

Life Starts Now

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I want you to have the opportunity to be recklessly in love with someone who feels like their heart is nested between your lungs.

I am not that girl.

"Falling" in love is bull. You don’t stumble into love. Love hits you like a freight train. Love is like a punch in the gut.

Love is sudden.
Fast, fierce, obvious and unignorable.

When you get smacked across the face with love you know it.

The moment you discover them you want to know everything about them. You want them to know every thing about you too. You don’t hate their sympathy like you do everyone else’s pity.

When love strikes it stays.
A tattoo on your soul.

Love is there when you say
“This will never work, it’s not you it’s me.”

Love is a permanent black eye, reminding you that it’s your fault they are gone.

Love will always be there to remind you that your fear of commitment made him fade away.

Love drips down your face, liquid suffering, when he joins the Marines just as the entire world is planning on going to war.

Love glazes over your eyes as the man you just tried to escape touches you. Love whispers “how could you, whore” as this beast holds you down. Love makes YOU feel guilty.

Love makes you cry yourself to sleep every night for the past nine months. Love will make you cry for the rest of your life.

Love is nightmares.
“I’m shot” love screams in your mind at two in the morning.
“There’s been an accident” at 3 in the morning.
“I don’t love you anymore” at four.
“I never did” at five.
You stare into the dark until your alarm goes off, why even try to sleep.

Love will scare you.
Love will make you worry.
Love will have baggage that you can’t carry. Try not to drag it along.

Love only sounds terrible to someone who’s lost it.

Love is your dialysis, but it’s too expensive and your insurance doesn’t cover it, and it’s overseas but you’re too sick to travel.

You will die in more pain knowing you could’ve been saved but you lost it.

This is my response for why I can’t be your girlfriend

JDH

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1:21 AM
It’s getting really hard nowadays. I want to cry all the time but I just can’t seem to let anything out

1:22 AM
I don’t miss you necessarily but I do wish that someone would hold me at night

1:23 AM
And I’ve tried moving on but he doesn’t want me either. Nobody wants me

1:24 AM
I’m always asking myself the same questions

1:25 AM
Why am I not good enough?

1:26 AM
Is it my body? My face? My hair? My words? My actions? My lack of action?

1:27 AM
Sometimes I wonder if there really is something wrong with me

1:28 AM
Maybe it’s just that I fall too hard and too fast and too clumsily and I’m too slow to pull myself back up

1:29 AM
And I always end up bloody and scarred

1:30 AM
It takes so much less effort to trip and fall than it does to drag yourself up out of the hole that some people call love

1:31 AM
But you didn’t love me

1:32 AM
It’s excruciating watching you love someone else

1:33 AM
Everyone that I’ve ever wanted has always wanted someone else

1:34 AM
Maybe everyone is better off with someone else rather than someone like me

1:35 AM
But I’m scared. I need someone to be better with me. I need someone to choose me. I don’t want to be alone

1:36 AM
I want to be safe and I want to be held and I want to be cared for and I want to be loved. I want love. I want it so badly

1:37 AM
I don’t even know what love is, really

1:38 AM
Whatever it is, it’s got to be better than this empty hole that I feel in my chest

1:39 AM
It’s got to be better than tightly clutching the same pillow at night, wishing it was you or him or anyone at all

1:40 AM
Maybe it would help me fall asleep

1:41 AM
I can’t fall asleep

1:42 AM
This bed is too big for someone who is feeling so small

1:43 AM
Someone, anyone—please need me.

Thoughts per minute #4

By thoseconstellations

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I don’t know how
To tell you that I miss you.

I can feel you pushing me away,
And running farther and farther,
But after spending the better part
Of twenty years
Watching people walk away,

I don’t know how to tell you
I want you to stay.

Don’t go // -STG (inksplatteredpages)

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beyourself-andlivefree:

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this is the single saddest post I have ever seen on tumblr.

I relate so much

i posted this as a joke why does it have 3,000 notes and hipster urls everywhere it was probably a homeless crack addict who got hold of a spray can


Well maybe because to some people it does mean something. I reblogged it and then read your comment and it means something to me because I dropped out of school freshmen year and would be graduating right now. Just because it’s a joke to you, doesn’t mean it is to everyone.

beyourself-andlivefree:

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this is the single saddest post I have ever seen on tumblr.

I relate so much

i posted this as a joke why does it have 3,000 notes and hipster urls everywhere it was probably a homeless crack addict who got hold of a spray can

Well maybe because to some people it does mean something. I reblogged it and then read your comment and it means something to me because I dropped out of school freshmen year and would be graduating right now. Just because it’s a joke to you, doesn’t mean it is to everyone.

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psychoneurotical:

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groudon:

i like this but i don’t fully understand it…

whoa

you don’t understand how sad this is. each adult is a cross, and each child has been crucified by said cross. 

  • the priest (i assume he’s a priest, correct me if i’m wrong) killed the little boy in one way or another, probably rape, which is common among corrupted clergy men. 
  • the tourist comes to an overcrowded, poverty stricken country, taking up any and all resources that could have gone to the little native girl
  • the soldier comes to fight for his country, but ends up killing the innocent girl, probably in her village.
  • the little boy dies under the doctor’s knife
  • the man kills the little girl in a school shooting (represented with the uniform)
  • the “fat” kid is killed by obesity caused by a fast food epidemic in america, most commonly mcdonald’s, shown by ronald mcdonald himself. 

this is /haunting/ to look at. children can die at anyone’s hand. even the “heros”

Just to clarify that the little boy dying under the doctor’s knife is because the doctor is stealing his organs to sell in the black market, hence the cooler at their feet which alludes to keeping the organ alive and stable for selling. This is such a strong photo set, really induces a sense of disgust and sadness.

I cried a little

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"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

Reading this was so satisfying woah

WRITING!

Awesome!

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