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Where do I start in letting you go?

It’s not in the ruminations. All they’ll long for are simpler, purer times, back when loving me was everything you ever knew — back when sighing your name didn’t hurt. Now it’s a whisper, settling on the ground long after the woodsmoke has stopped lingering. Now, it’s just a memory settling deep in an open wound.

And love, where do I start in letting you go? My hands are still bruised from writing poems, when you already were handing me crumpled paper roses — all etched with endings I was afraid to write. The moment you kissed her lips, did you already let me go? Now here on my shoulder rests the weight — the mess of it all. Tell me, what do I do with these words, falling helplessly on my lap? What do I do with all this hurting? What do I do with all this love?

And where do I start in letting you go, when my shaking hands still refuse to confront your absence? When my throat still refuses to abandon all yearning — a wounded huntress that still screams for the moon. And I’d hoped it is easier to stop loving you after your skin had been tainted by her lips, ghosting gently — forming into the sweetest of smiles.

And I’d hoped it is easier to stop loving you after you had drowned August’s promises against her hair when you’d deepen your kiss — after you had surrendered September’s 4 a.m.s, November’s love letters, December’s midnight rains, January’s stove-lit dances, February’s moonlit walks, March’s Irish teas and solitude, and April’s quiet peace — all of it, spoiled, in the name of her kiss. Now all of it — in ruins, lying, waiting patiently for a can of worms, burrowing their way into everything I held dear.

Rome didn’t burn down in a day. I wish I would. I wish we would; what’s left in ruins won’t ever hurt.

And so love, where do I start in letting you go?

— Fray Narte, “Tell me all the ways of letting you go.”

[imnotanymoreinlove]

You were hurt badly, and those scars will be with you for ever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: it's not too late to recover. You're young, you're tough. You're adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head and move on.

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

[imnotanymoreinlove]

I don’t give up on people easily, so if I cut you off, you really fucked up.

[imnotanymoreinlove]

"This is how the story went

I met someone by accident

Who blew me away and blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days

When you took my sorrow and you took my pain

And buried them away, buried them away

I wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done

And wake up to your face against the morning sun

But like everything I've ever known you'll disappear one day

So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away"

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" 'Cause all I do is jump right into your arms

Every time I see you, I just wrap myself around you, yeah

Jump into something real

Even though I'm cautious, I just like the way it feels

When it's us, baby, when it's us

You make me forget that I'm not ready for love

I jump, oh, I jump "

- Jump by Julia Michaels

[imnotanymoreinlove]

it's 5 a.m.

almost 1 year later

you sleep, i'm awake

should i text you? no, bcs you're not even giving little piece of shit for me

[imnotanymoreinlove]

Do you wanna die?

Here I have an advice for you: If you wanna die, start loving someone who doesn't love you back. And that's how you'll die every day.

[imnotanymoreinlove]

"If they stop texting you, you need to assume they've died and move on. If you seem them out, just smile because you ain't afraid of no ghost"

- Unknow

[imnotanymoreinlove]

reblog if u need a hug

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Leave a color in my ask

Deep Red - I’m in love with you. Red - I love you. Pink - I think you’re cute. Blue - You’re amazing. Rose - You’re pretty. Purple - You’re hot. Plum - I would fuck you. Violet - I would date you. Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours. Lavender - You are my tumblr crush. Orange - I want to get to know you. Tangerine - We have a lot in common. Amber - I wish you would notice me. Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. Beige - I don’t know you at all. Yellow - I don’t like your blog. Green - I don’t like you. Olive - I think you are unattractive. Brown - I hate you. Grey - You scare me. Black - Delete your tumblr.

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REBLOG if you are -gay -wanna kill yourself - love animals - falling for someone that you don’t have a chance with - hungry

no one will ever know which one

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[imnotanymoreinlove]

maybe vodka is the best, vodka doesn't make u die for anyone else

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If I want the best for myself, that means to leave you behind and that makes me sad but in a good way. It makes me sad because I'm not going to be in your life anymore. I'm gonna have my own life without you stuck in it. I'm gonna be happy with your memory and that's pretty good. A memory...

This is what you are right now. An illusion, a magical thing. Because you don't even exist. I imagine you in so many ways that I forgot how are you. I forgot your face, your voice and the most important, i forgot you.

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