bitterheart
oh bitterheart
tries to keep all inside
bitterheart my bitterheart
What if I can’t never be sure about you? About this?
There was a time when all you can think is only about that person, and what you both have been through together.
That time is when he moves faster than you, left you behind.
Alone.
"The truth is painful. Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can’t help ourselves. Sometimes, we tell them because we owe them at least that much."
Meredith Grey (via fuckyeahgreysanatomy)
"There is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don’t."
Meredith Grey (via fuckyeahgreysanatomy) (via lapetitemort) (via doublebagel) (via poignant) (via poeticheartache)
"I always tend to fall for that one guy who is out of reach, but still close enough to make it hurt."
Why?
Why am I so shy around you? I can’t even think anything, my heart will explode anytime soon, and also there are tons of butterflies in my stomach.
Why this always happens to me? I can’t look in to your eyes, and I can’t make a proper conversation without being mean to you. I don’t mean it, really, I don’t.
Why do I take care to astound you? I want you to look at me, like I always do. Why do I care so much about you? Isn’t it obvious?
Why do I even try?
(via 500-daysofsummer)
“First Love” by Wislawa Szymborska
They say
the first love’s most important.
That’s very romantic,
but not my experience.
Something was and wasn’t there between us,
something went on and went away.
My hands never tremble
when I stumble on silly keepsakes
and a sheaf of letters tied with string
— not even ribbon.
Our only meeting after years:
two chairs chatting
at a chilly table.
Other loves
still breathe deep inside me.
This one’s too short of breath even to sigh.
Yet just exactly as it is,
it does what the others still can’t manage:
unremembered,
not even seen in dreams,
it introduces me to death.
(via love-tragedy)
hello.
My first post dedicated to future me.
Read this, and please do not make the same mistake as I do these days.
Sincerely
Past me.
