tacocore-:

touchmykittykat:

acutelesbian:

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

Everytime I read this it fucks me up more.

I’m never going to stop thinking about this damn

violentwavesofemotion:

“She had no desire to share her own misery.”

— Elaine Feinstein, from “The Circle,” originally published c. October 1970

s-unberry:

“Be real with me or just leave me alone.”

— (via soulsscrawl)

s-unberry:

“Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?”

—

Tennessee Williams, from 27 Wagons Full of Cotton and Other Plays

(via

victoriajoan

)

s-unberry:

“How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?”

— You’ll stop replying soon anyway. - j.e.o. - via jodyohsnap (via perfect)

naturaekos:

““Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.””

— Good Will Hunting (via amortizing)

(Source: amortizing)

yungvodka:

if they wanted to, they would’ve.