prettybooks:

(by christine.klimek)

prettybooks:

(by christine.klimek)

Sunday Jul 7 @ 07:59am

I’m tired of people. When someone new walks into my  life, I try to convince myself that they’re different but they turn  out to be just like the rest of them. Breaking every fucking promise. Replacing me with someone better. Talking shit behind my back.  Falling for those bullshit lines that make me think that I can  actually trust them. Using me to get what they want. Then when they  finally have it, they just leave me hanging until they need something  again. They treat me like complete shit yet I would practically take a bullet  for them in a heartbeat. Then when they realize how much they screwed up, they apologize and I forgive them. Sooner or later, the cycle repeats itself over and over again.
I just want to meet someone I can open up  to without having to think twice about it. Someone that is capable of  knocking down all the walls I put up since blocking people out is  starting to become a natural habit of mine. And someone that appreciates me while they still have me. Yeah, it would be nice to meet  someone like that for a change. Forever alone.

I’m tired of people. When someone new walks into my life, I try to convince myself that they’re different but they turn out to be just like the rest of them. Breaking every fucking promise. Replacing me with someone better. Talking shit behind my back. Falling for those bullshit lines that make me think that I can actually trust them. Using me to get what they want. Then when they finally have it, they just leave me hanging until they need something again. They treat me like complete shit yet I would practically take a bullet for them in a heartbeat. Then when they realize how much they screwed up, they apologize and I forgive them. Sooner or later, the cycle repeats itself over and over again.

I just want to meet someone I can open up to without having to think twice about it. Someone that is capable of knocking down all the walls I put up since blocking people out is starting to become a natural habit of mine. And someone that appreciates me while they still have me. Yeah, it would be nice to meet someone like that for a change. Forever alone.

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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear. Stephen King (via oxblood) Friday Jul 7 @ 11:04pm
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acraeus:

the morning after. by atomic turquoise on Flickr.

acraeus:

the morning after. by atomic turquoise on Flickr.

Friday Jul 7 @ 10:59pm
chrysaor:

(by Jocelyn Catterson and Jeremy Daigneault)

chrysaor:

(by Jocelyn Catterson and Jeremy Daigneault)

Friday Jul 7 @ 10:59pm
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