#excerpts from a story i'll never write

[heartoflesh]

You weren't my first love. But you were my first real love. It hurts that much because I thought this was it for me. I thought you were my end and my beginning. I thought that I could finally lean into it. You were the first person I imagined life with. We made promises that I intended to keep. Yes, it hurts that much because it was you and me and it was real.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[taintedglass]

"All I wanted was to become someone I could be proud of. Someone my younger self would admire. Instead I've become something I can't even face in the mirror."

[starry-eon]

and i pray i will always have the strength to be kind

[anotherlxve]

No matter what I do and no matter how much of myself I give to someone, it never seems to be enough. I will always be the second choice. I will never be the girl a boy is head over heels in love with and it kills me every single day.

[thegirlwholovesliterature]

“Hurt? Hurt is just a passing bruise, a fleeting pain. What you left me feeling was a cataclysmic upheaval, I was debilitated and traumatised. I was not merely hurt; I was devastated, consumed by a catastrophic sorrow that shattered my very being. It was a symphony of chaos and calamity, a storm of ruin that left nothing but desolation in its wake.”

- Excerpt from a story I no longer share #2 // saying you ‘hurt’ me was redundant // krupapatelreads on Instagram.

[anotheramorouswriter]

What do you want to be for Halloween?

Someone's first love

[notasaint]

i once wrote a suicide note at sixteen that my mom ended up finding but i remember how i said

to look for me in the bird that flys through the sky, the leaf that blows in the wind right in front of you, the star that shines just for you,

and that changed my brain chemistry forever because she is still probably the only one that could see me in beautiful things like that

[unwrittentales]

"I hate you." "No, you don't." "No, I don't."

-excerpt of a story i'll never write (via @unwrittentales)

[blooming-anna-rose]

Hair on the bathroom sink, I put away my scissors, the ones my roommate gifted me since I had become the person to give haircuts. to myself and others. I swept up my hair and threw it away, and gave my hair a look in the mirror. I smiled, trying it on for myself. And I had a thought. How long has it been since I haven't been trying to hide from myself. I see it, in the things I do, I have a habit to try and run away from myself. To spend as little time by myself, unaccompanied, undistracted. And I realized, looking at myself in the mirror, I am still afraid of myself. I do not trust myself completely, I have been my own worst enemy on more than one occasion and I have not forgiven myself for that. But I think, slowly, I can figure it out. I am not going anywhere, and I follow myself for the rest of my days. One day I will know myself again, and it won't be so hard.

n.c. // my habits

[coldeyesandredlips]

Her eyes shuttered close, a resigned smile on her face. His heart all but stopped in his steel confinements, as he delicately held her trembling body close to him. "You were the prettier one between the both of us, anyway." She grinned, something vital breaking in his chest at the blood that leaked from the corners of her chapped lips. "We knew our story was going to end in blood." A fleeting look of serenity crossed over her deathly pale features. "I am glad..." She choked out more blood. ".. that it was mine."

— "For you, I would battle death. A thousand times over."

by avi •|

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[taintedglass]

What if you leave me and I don't get to say goodbye? What if this lifetime is the only lifetime I get to spend with you? What if I spend the rest of my years wondering whether you knew how much I loved you? What if you leave me before I am ready to say goodbye?

[thoughtsandsmiles]

I lost him. I lost my only shot at happiness. Then I couldn't make it work with another person. I am convinced that real love exists, but I have exhausted my chances of ever getting it.

[agirllostinthespace]

"A pause. Perhaps he's trying to string the words together into something less real, less painful. Perhaps he lost a clue what would be less painful between them. Perhaps there's no such thing anymore."

[heightenedheartbreak]

“I left my heart in December in a strife that I surrendered. I lost the wind from my sails. Without your touch, my plight prevailed. I lived in despair, when you weren't there. Against broken promises and disarray, I truly loved you anyway”

- (C.B.)

[anotheramorouswriter]

Chastise me, dear God,

For, I too, have committed a sin

So, imprison me

In my lover's arms

And curse me to not be able to touch

Anything

That is not his skin

[anotherlxve]

I remember how we stayed up until 3am just to talk to each other. How I laid there in your arms and how we talked about every aspect of life. For a minute it felt like the whole world around us didn’t matter, it was just us against the world. Now it’s me against you.