Reading Between the Lines
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 Dreamer(s) perusing


So awkward you can cut the tension with a knife. And I doubt it’ll ever get better - at least not for a very long time. Both nights, when I saw him, I was flooded with the what ifs - what if the last six months had never happened, what if he had never started hating my best friend, what if I had never started liking his recently, what if he had never come back like I always expected he wouldn’t, what if he had come back sooner, what if he had stayed the second time around, what if he had moved on, what if I hadn’t.

All these questions with no answers to them.

He killed me. Hurt me again. And then I killed him.

Maybe we were not supposed to happen again. Because if we were, I’m positive I would never have tried moving on and he never would have left.
Maybe we weren’t meant to be because he had trust issues to the point where he’d go through private messages and hate my best friend for no reason. And the second time around I would have had trust issues.
Maybe things were supposed to end because I realize now that my best friend is such an important person in my life, that it would be impossible for my partner and best friend not to get along.
Maybe we were supposed to be each other’s first loves, but not only loves.
Maybe things wouldn’t have worked out in the long run because he was too comfortable where he was at and didn’t want to move forward as a couple.

Maybe the timing would never have been right because I was always impatient for things to happen.

Or maybe we were supposed to be soul mates and we fucked it up.

Who knows.

All I know is that we are set on separate paths now and that while it kills me to the millionth degree to know what we had didn’t last the hurdles, a part of me is at peace knowing that I’ll be okay again one day, that he will be too. He’s an amazing guy, one who any girl would be lucky to have and I was lucky enough to call him mine once. He’s always going to be my Peeta.

I was like, ‘I’m fucked. I am totally fucked’. Like, at first it’s fine and you think you have a dark side – it’s exciting – and then you realise the dark side wins every time if you decide to indulge in it. Lana Del Rey (via heartesque)
Other people are not medicine. It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via l-eer)
Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them. Anonymous  (via 010811)





Fucking kids care more about each other than we do.

Look at this. Look at the love. If only.


I have all the emotions right now

It’s happened once, it can happen again.

It’s happened once, it can happen again.

One day :)

One day :)

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