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orsohesphinx:

miss-love:



"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot".


OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUTTHIS MENTALITY IS DANGEROUS
I have met SO MANY PEOPLE LATELY with this mentality. “We can’t work right now, but we’ll just put it down and pick it up later and it’ll magically work.”
Do you know the last three people to break up with me pulled this bullshit?
I’m not some game you save and play again from the same save point later. I can’t wait for anyone.That coffee shop isn’t real. And I’m sure sometimes those chance meetings years down the road DO happen.BUT YOU CANNOT PLAN THEM.
If you’re holding onto the hope of someone you once loved coming back to you way down the road and letting that hold you back from living now, LET THE FUCK GO. It’s freeing. It’s a fucking prison holding out hope for those who hurt you. Don’t let them put you in that cage.
Several times I’ve held out hope that someone I was in love with would one day come around and we could make it work, only to get the phone call that they’re seeing someone new and break down in a grocery store parking lot bawling my eyes out.
IF SOMEONE LOVES YOU, THEY WON’T ASK YOU TO SIT ON THE BACK BURNER.
They’ll make you their first priority.
Destroy that imaginary coffee shop. Because it’s toxic to your happiness. Go to a realistic coffee shop, go sit next to that cute stranger and take a chance on new love and stop waiting for that leopard to change it’s spots.
Don’t ever put yourself on hold for someone. You’re worth too much.

i almost cried.

People have been saying this about my writing a lot lately not sure if I should be flattered or worried

miss-love:

orsohesphinx:

miss-love:

"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot".

OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT
THIS MENTALITY IS DANGEROUS

I have met SO MANY PEOPLE LATELY with this mentality. “We can’t work right now, but we’ll just put it down and pick it up later and it’ll magically work.”

Do you know the last three people to break up with me pulled this bullshit?

I’m not some game you save and play again from the same save point later.
I can’t wait for anyone.
That coffee shop isn’t real. And I’m sure sometimes those chance meetings years down the road DO happen.
BUT YOU CANNOT PLAN THEM.

If you’re holding onto the hope of someone you once loved coming back to you way down the road and letting that hold you back from living now, LET THE FUCK GO. It’s freeing. It’s a fucking prison holding out hope for those who hurt you. Don’t let them put you in that cage.

Several times I’ve held out hope that someone I was in love with would one day come around and we could make it work, only to get the phone call that they’re seeing someone new and break down in a grocery store parking lot bawling my eyes out.

IF SOMEONE LOVES YOU, THEY WON’T ASK YOU TO SIT ON THE BACK BURNER.

They’ll make you their first priority.

Destroy that imaginary coffee shop. Because it’s toxic to your happiness. Go to a realistic coffee shop, go sit next to that cute stranger and take a chance on new love and stop waiting for that leopard to change it’s spots.

Don’t ever put yourself on hold for someone. You’re worth too much.

i almost cried.

People have been saying this about my writing a lot lately not sure if I should be flattered or worried

(Source: arikaftermath)

(Source: steez-too-classy)

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

nevver:

The Late Parade, Sergio Larraín