life's a happy song, when there's someone by your side to sing along.

darling dearest.

It isn’t poetic the way you long for him.
The way you hope he will call you, or say hello to you, or look at you.
It isn’t beautiful or even tragic the way you want him near you.
You wait and wait and wait for him, but he will never come home.
He will never fill the space he made in your heart again.
It isn’t poetic the way you look at his picture and let your eyes trace his outline.
It isn’t beautiful that you can remember his scent or what he wore when you met.
You wish and wish and wish that he will come and hold you and tell you it’s all been a bad dream, but he has never known what to do with your tears.
He will not catch them or find you beautiful for mourning him, ever again.
It isn’t poetic the way you miss and hate him at the same time.
The way you want to hurt him yet have him heal you.
He will not heal you, he is not able to heal you, he never was able to heal you.
It isn’t beautiful how you cling to a memory of who you thought he was.
You want so badly for him to look upon your sadness and make you happy again.
But he cannot see you, he does not know how to take the darkness from under your eyes.
He doesn’t even want to.
He doesn’t even want to.
It is not poetic the way you want so much from someone who doesn’t know you.
You think he could save you, but he has never been brave enough for that sort of journey.
Do not let the savior you created in your head cause you to find yourself unworthy of rescuing.
He is not poetic or beautiful.
The way you want him to notice your struggle is not poetic.
It isn’t poetic to be sad, it isn’t beautiful to pine for someone who does not pine for you.
He is not going to come for you, he is not going to save you or hold you or dry your tears.
Stop hoping he will.
Save yourself.
Forget the beauty of his embrace, and learn to walk with no one beside you.
That is poetic, that is beautiful.
Save yourself.
It is not poetic to hope a coward will brave your sadness to rescue you.
Save yourself.
That is poetic, that is beautiful.
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sckrpnch:

When you make a new best friend

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willsmithorwontsmith:

*strums guitar* i feel excluded from everything but it’s mostly my fault because i distance myself because i think i’m annoying *strums guitar*

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meladoodle:

*forgets what im talking about halfway through a sentence*

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New Girl + How to deal with your love life

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trodairesaoil:

just saw this one and had to post it…how can I not?

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itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

there’s no in between

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mymanysides:

The worlds greatest selfie.

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It was exciting to see her grow - both of us grow and change together. But then, that’s the hard part - growing without growing apart, or changing without it scaring the other person.

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Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love. - (via habituellement)

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