me:that's probably the saddest part. how they so love each other and don't want to let go, but will have to let go. they'll have to because they can't just live in suffering or live with a lie that it'll work out. because it obviously won't. so eventually they will let go. he'll let go. they'll let go and their love will be lost. they will have lost to the odds.
friend:but its not the odds that they lost too. Even if they lost at all. They gained so much more than they could have hope for. The memories of those persons. The good times, the emotions, they will create for them who they are going to be. They will influence the next relationship. Their love (which has subsided) will never be lost because it will be shown in their future actions and they WILL BE BETTER because of it.
i talked to him for about six hours today. this conversation came from a song he made me listen to, Sorry by Maria Mena, that made me cry. he didn't know, but this was the exact thing I needed to hear. this made me cry too.
for no particular reason, apart from feeling stupid and hating myself. i’m constantly afraid of being ridiculous. so i don’t say anything. thusly appearing stupid and uninterested and boring. i hate it. i hate everything. i absolutely hate myself. fuck this and fuck my life. i’m sorry everyone for you having known me. you’d be happier without knowing me.
How many days go by before you stop thinking about someone every day? The constant occupation. That person who you thought you’d never forget about, the one who consumed your thoughts. After some time passes, you start thinking about them every other day, once a week. Then once a month, and then barely at all. But here is my question; when do they finally dissapear?
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”— Brian Andreas (via justsomegiiirl)
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught by a thread She pays for the bread and She goes… Nobody knows.