Tyla, my mistakes are my strengths.
I love elephants, owls, tie dye, the sound of the rain, quotes, & chapstick
I am not really sure who I am now that I’m no longer in love with you.
Don’t get me wrong seeing the pictures she posts of you still hurts me, but it’s more like a dull ache, and not a sharp pain, the way it used to be.
I did figure out bits and pieces of myself from loving you though.
I know that I like kisses when I’m sleepy, when I can’t properly kiss but I still like the feel of someone’s (mostly yours) lips pressed gently to mine.
I know that when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back it kinda leaves a hole in your ribs where their hands should be. And you do everything you can to fill that void, but other boys don’t kiss like him, other boys don’t know how you like your tea, and that you hate coffee.
I guess where this is all going is that maybe I think that I am in love with you still. It just stopped hurting the way it did before.
—(via slightlydrunkalwaysawkward)
are my words not sweet
or my sentiments are unworthy
am i being too deep
or my thoughts are too many
do i smile so dull
or do i have too tiny lips
or too much addiction to dark
lost hearing your heart beat
tell me, why i ain’t lovely enough
—(via escafeism)
Don’t be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.
out of all of the things in the world that are mediocre, love should not be one of them
i don’t understand why guilt and regret take over my mind all the time when i know that there’s nothing i can do to change the past
