It made me happy, but at the same time, my mind goes to wonder why.
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I'm 19. Living somewhere in the Pacific. And this is a blog I would like to dedicate to her-- my great perhaps.
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"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
(via illbefoundinyou)
I stalk her a lot. No matter how crazy it may sound, I do. I check her Facebook, her tumblr (though I couldn’t follow her), her blog, her plurk, every little space she has on this messed up virtual world.
I don’t even know why. Why I’m upset when it’s my fault. Maybe she’s right, maybe I really am messed up and I think too much.
I MISS HER. Hey you, I miss you too. A lot. I miss you like I’ve never missed anyone before. I miss you the way people will miss the moon when it stops shining in the darkness. I miss your music. I miss your childlike heart. I miss the way you call me silly.
But there are things you can’t undo. There is a light at the end of the tunnel you’re passing through. I want to tell you so much, but it’ll just hold you back from reaching that light.
And you deserve to get there. Get there as fast as you can.
"There’s a reason why a heart breaks. It breaks because it needs to be put back together by the right person."
~ Note to self. (via roiserrano)
(via roiserrano)
"I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless"
(via illbefoundinyou)
It’s breaking me too, only, she doesn’t know.
