You’re looking for a poem to tell
you why your heart is broken
into every piece. You’re looking
for someone to compare all the
ways he didn’t love you to a rose
and how even when it turns
black with death, it’s still lovely.
There aren’t words that will
make your phone’s silence
easier, trust me. You’re alone
tonight and he’s probably
thinking about someone else;
there’s nothing poetic about that.

Rebeka Anne, don’t give him the satisfaction of leaving something beautiful behind. your heartbreak isn’t pretty. (via anneisrestless)
“So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.”

- Unknown

One day she will start sending you mixed signals and you will get mad cause she finally learned how to play your game.

4rianagrande:

i hope you find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that you feel like you’re home when you look at them