Nothing to See Here

"So whatever it is, whatever is breaking your heart tonight, give it one last cry and then let it go. A good shaking on the bathroom floor screaming at the sky kind of cry. Feel your muscles ache from the physical pain of a heartbreak, let your chest tear open and empty your body of all the sadness it has been holding.
And once you’ve done that, once you’ve exhausted your eyes and can no longer breathe: pick yourself up off the ground. Take a long, hot shower. Wash the heartache down the drain and cleanse yourself of the memories no longer worth holding onto.
Allow yourself to crumble and then build yourself up again. Build a castle out of yourself and refuse to let this ruin you."

"I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite."

"You didn’t love her, you just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love."

"My biggest fear is becoming somebody’s regret. That someday they may look back on the time we shared and think, ‘What a waste.’ To be perceived as nothing more than a mistake and a memory."

"And I hate that, ‘You get what you give,’ saying. Because that’s not always the case. Sometimes you give and give and give until you have run yourself dry, and yet you get nothing in return."

"So whatever it is, whatever is breaking your heart tonight, give it one last cry and then let it go. A good shaking on the bathroom floor screaming at the sky kind of cry. Feel your muscles ache from the physical pain of a heartbreak, let your chest tear open and empty your body of all the sadness it has been holding.
And once you’ve done that, once you’ve exhausted your eyes and can no longer breathe: pick yourself up off the ground. Take a long, hot shower. Wash the heartache down the drain and cleanse yourself of the memories no longer worth holding onto.
Allow yourself to crumble and then build yourself up again. Build a castle out of yourself and refuse to let this ruin you."

"I will tell you about selfish people.
Even when they know they will hurt you they walk into your life to taste you because you are the type of person they don’t want to miss out on. You are too much shine to not be felt. 
So when they have gotten a good look at everything you have to offer. When they have taken your skin, your hair, your secrets with them. When they realize how real this is. How much of a storm you are and it hits them.
That is when the cowardice sets in. That is when the person you thought they were is replaced by the sad reality of what they are. That is when they lose every fighting bone in their body and leave after saying, ‘You will find better than me.’
You will stand there naked with half of them still hidden somewhere inside you and sob. Asking them why they did it. Why they forced you to love them when they had no intention of loving you back and they’ll say something along the lines of ‘I just had to try. I had to give it a chance. It was you after all.' 
But that isn’t romantic. It isn’t sweet. The idea that they were so engulfed by your existence they had to risk breaking it for the sake of knowing they weren’t the one missing out. Your existence meant that little next to their curiosity of you.
That is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. Entire souls to please their own. One second they are holding you like the world in their lap and the next they have belittled you to a mere picture. A moment. Something of the past. One second. They swallow you up and whisper they want to spend the rest of their life with you. But the moment they sense fear. They are already halfway out the door without having the nerve to let you go with grace. As if the human heart means that little to them.
And after all this. After all of the taking. The nerve. Isn’t it sad and funny how people have more guts these days to undress you with their fingers than they do to pick up the phone and call. Apologize. For the loss. And this is how you lose her."

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I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. 
When I am sad I don’t cry, I pour. 
When I am happy I don’t smile, I glow. 
When I am angry I don’t yell, I burn.

The good thing about feeling in extremes is when I love I give them wings, but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing because they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken. 

I don’t grieve, I shatter.

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"Don’t think that you weren’t good enough. No matter how flawless the gem, it doesn’t matter if the fucker with it is blind."

"Don’t be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning."