1. When he starts distancing himself from you, do not restring bridges with your own sinew. You will find yourself two months later coming unraveled, coming undone. You will find he has left you in the places he has visited and in the hair of the girls he has imagined kissing. You will find yourself splatterpainted on the walls where while drunk he confessed all of your secrets to his college friends. You will be crying on the floor, surrounded by the parts of you he has stepped on, and he will look you in the eyes and ask you to clean up the mess.

2. When she cannot get through the words “I love you” without her eyes flicking to the side or her tongue slurring or her mouth pressing in at the edges: do not assume it is your fault. Do not think that you have yet again pushed away someone amazing. You have not. Sometimes people knock on their bones and find themselves hollow. You were the only way they felt momentarily whole, do not empty yourself to fill up their soul. Do not shatter into pieces trying to perfect yourself. You do not need to be glass to turn light into rainbows. You are a person, not their prism.

3. Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it.

4. Cry. Want them back.

5. Cry. Do not take them back.

6. In the following months, you will rediscover what it means to be alone. You will sit and stare at a ceiling and hate yourself and hate the world and cry about everything because everything hurts. You will wonder if it could have gotten better if you’d just been a little different, if the timing had worked out, if if if. Do not worry about this. Nothing would have changed the reality that the person you were in love with had stopped loving you somewhere along the line, whether it was in the middle of a conversation or while driving under a bridge or when they made eye contact with someone new and wonderful. It doesn’t matter. Stop wasting your time on them. You don’t need to stop your story just because they are no longer a main character. Do not take back what has already poisoned you. Instead start healing and start healing soon.

7. Take yourself back. Bring out the mop, the broom, the magic wand. Glue where needs to be glued, put up new paint, turn off the lights in places that are too hot to touch. Touch your toes. Touch your hair. Touch a dog. Touch the grass, touch the telephone, do not call him. Touch base with your mom. Touch another person with no love in your heart, touch another person and mean every second of it. Believe in yourself even if you don’t believe in love. It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with being alone. You are the best company you’ll ever know. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay and none of this was ever your fault. Sometimes people just fall out of love. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll one day discover you didn’t need them anyway.

"How to stop loving someone who does not love you." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

(via say-yes-neverland)

valenceelectrons:

lost-wander:

I wish someone would say that to me and actually mean it…


crying

valenceelectrons:

lost-wander:

I wish someone would say that to me and actually mean it…

crying

(Source: u-u-tf, via ladiscutee)

ewalex:

late night thoughts

ewalex:

late night thoughts

(via fuckyessunicorns)

You told me we were special
You called my every night
You said you fell asleep to the thought of me
And felt you woke up just to love me

Am I still special?
I’m the only one calling anymore
and you hardly answer
I let you into my heart
You’ve traveled through my veins and you’re circulating my body at this very moment
At every moment
I can’t get you out I can’t get you out

Don’t get me wrong
You’re still the most special being the universe has ever come up with
But the problem is I can see myself fading from the light in your eyes
I can no longer look into your soul
I look to you I’m trying I’m trying to find if any piece of me is still in you
But all I ever see anymore is my reflection in your eyes
And I feel so alone

You told me we were special…

I Can’t Tell If You’re Fading Away Or I Am (via justinneedstoshutup)

😔😔

(via ladiscutee)

(via ladiscutee)

The Drunk Poet Writes Postcards to a Lover in an Empty Hotel Room

writingsforwinter:

In the grey light of morning everything is constant.

Every city in the early fog clustered together like stars, already beginning to clear,

and I remember your mouth on my neck, pulling me home,

anchor to sea floor, not love making per se, but rather making love

out of…

inkskinned:


"It’s like, after every time I would kiss her…. I felt alive." (r.i.d)

You are the smile of Saturday mornings where the sun kisses her childrenup and out of bed, you are a fast car andopen road, you oncegave me a flower pickedfrom your back yard and it was the single kindestthing anyone has ever donefor me and therewas more beauty in that momentthan i have words to show
dear lord but having youblows my mind i mean i don’tunderstand why you’re minejust knowwhatever you want, it’s yours -if i could, i’d give youthis Earth.

inkskinned:

"It’s like, after every time I would kiss her…. I felt alive." (r.i.d)

You are the smile of 
Saturday mornings where 
the sun kisses her children
up and out of bed, you 
are a fast car and
open road, you once
gave me a flower picked
from your back yard 
and it was the single kindest
thing anyone has ever done
for me and there
was more beauty in that moment
than i have words to show

dear lord but having you
blows my mind i mean i don’t
understand why you’re mine
just know
whatever you want, it’s yours -
if i could, i’d give you
this Earth.

(Source: boyhood, via zayrella)

extrasad:

I bite my lip when I miss you
and lately my mouth has been so
full of blood I can barely speak.
I’m not even sure if it’s my own
blood. My mother is worried. Jesus
christ, I’m worried. You say you
lost feelings but I lost my fucking mind 

extrasad:

I bite my lip when I miss you

and lately my mouth has been so

full of blood I can barely speak.

I’m not even sure if it’s my own

blood. My mother is worried. Jesus

christ, I’m worried. You say you

lost feelings but I lost my fucking mind 

(via hold-fastt)