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Sometimes I find myself thinking of you. The moments we shared, the memories we made. Oh how I wish I could erase them from my mind. The more I think of you the more I hurt. It hurts remembering the feeling of your lips touching mine, or the feeling of your hand fitting perfecting against my back. It was like my body was built with you in mind. Everything about you was perfect for me. But then you turned into a monster. Nothing would stop you. You would knock down everything in your way. All that mattered was you. Day by day you continuously broke my heart. I did everything I could to keep you happy and in my life. But nothing was good enough. You were killing everything that got in your way, even yourself. I always believed you would snap out of it and go back to the good boy I knew. But that never happened. And now you’re gone. And I wish I didn’t think of you. I wish i could live a happy life. But it’s hard to get over the boy who broke your heart.

shovel-girl:

when you’re trying to sing your favorite song and you’re friend tries to start singing with you

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con-ceal:

that boy that ‘falls to fast’ hasn’t texted me

con-ceal:

that boy that ‘falls to fast’ hasn’t texted me

vorfreudde:

Relationships suck, you either get married or breakup 

wordsto-remember:

Looking for Alaska by John Green

wordsto-remember:

Looking for Alaska by John Green

Home

I remember my grandmother saying a collection of words that made me tilt my head sideways and
Make my six-year-old brain turn even father
Things like
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Or “Beat around the bush.”

I remember one day she was standing
In her kitchen that
was freezing cold on a summer day
hands pressed tightly to a blue mug turning her nuckles white
She stood and brushed a hair out of my face
and told me how my grandfather used to do the same thing to her own hair

She began telling me more about my grandfather
The light inside her eyes were no longer dead but lit like candles in window panes on Christmas Eve
smiled and said: “He was a real asshole.”
Which made me laugh
And then she continued:
“But being with him felt like home.”

And then leaned back and smiled lightly to herself
As the ovan beeped
And then she quickly gestured to a pan of sugar cookies that would soon meet the can of
pink frosting
And I never thought twice about what she meant by that statement

Until
the day I walked up to your front house
and smoothed the creases of my dress in the reflection of the door
to make sure I looked acceptable before I was given
two tight embraces:
One from the cold air that hugged me and wrapped around my waist and
one from your mother who was wearing an apron covered in flour

My feet touched the hardwood floor as I introduced myself and was welcomed by smiles
That you’ve come to know and love
Your crooked teeth smiling in family photos
on the wall
And it was so familiar because it was same one you gave me when I walked through your door
The same one which you walked through when you were six
With a power ranger bookbag and
Multiplication tables for homework

Soon your family began remising about the past and it was like watching
an old home movie Infront of my glowing eyes as they pointed to
The mark in the doorway
that marked your height
Through out the years
I traced the edges of it with my fingertips before they met yours
I had an indescribable
feeling of warmness
even though the air was cold

I guess you could say
I fell in love with the people who made you into you
Because in a room full of people who know you better than I do
You still chose to sit by my side