"When I hear your name now I will not think about the way you held my hand or touched my neck because I don’t want you in my head anymore or even close to my heart I don’t want to hear your I love you’s or delicate words, my head is okay but my heart still feels scrambled. If I could take back the forevers I would but that’s over and done with and there’s nothing I can do anymore and the words “I give up on you” are haunting me like an empty ghost with thousands of useless fucking memories. As I let a boy with soft lips and dark hair touch my body just as you did so many times before, there is no guilt. I feel release, empowerment, strength, I am not guilty for wanting to move forward and let go of you because that’s all I have left to do, my heart doesn’t know what my head wants but what I’m saying now is I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need you and I don’t need anyone.”
— (via not-frail)
"You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.”
— (via fuckinq)
"So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.”
Attachments, Rainbow Rowell (via womanbythesea)