March 2011
Do what the fuck you want to do. Think what you want to think. Date whoever you want to. Be friends with whoever you want to. Live your life the way you want to. Don’t let other people tell you what you can and can’t do. You only have one life to live, fuck anyone who tries to get in your way. Be a ruthless bitch and live your life the way you want to.
"If you love her, you'd let her go."
That’s bullshit.
If you love her, you’d run the fuck after her and fight for her.
“Those silly conversations we had, those nights where we stayed up late talking to each other. I miss them all, every one of them. Especially you.”
He was a major part of your life; of course you’ll miss him; it’s perfectly normal. It’s like getting a tooth pulled out; after the dentist pulls it, you’re relieved. But how many times do you run your tongue over the spot where it once was ? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was hurting you, doesn't mean you don’t notice it. It leaves a gap, and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it always takes some time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you pain. Pulling the tooth was the right decision, but it’s still going to hurt.
sotrue.
Morte et Dabo
Asking Alexandria
Asking Alexandria- Morte et Dabo
The beginning creeps me out.
I'm fed up with this bullshit cliche of "make your own happiness". Do you honestly think that if you had no friends or family that you could be happy, completely alone? What are you going to find happiness in, a rock? It's fuckery. If I don't have the one person on this earth that I love more than anyone or anything else, there's no way I can be happy. I have tons of friends and a huge family, but none of them can fill the hole in my heart that he left. None of them can make me smile like he can. None of them can make me laugh like he can or make me cry from being so happy. I could have all the people in the world, but if I don't have him, then it's almost like I have nothing at all.
Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
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What you said was all a fucking lie, all that shit about you loving me? No, if you loved me so god damn much, you wouldn’t have broke my heart like you already did, seriously. I don’t fucking hurt you, you hurt yourself, I mean seriously. You broke up with me without even telling me about it, I…
“But I didn’t regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.”
—It’s Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han (via stillkickin)
