Why

Why must we bend for those who won’t hold fast to their promises to us? Why do we accept a love that doesn’t fulfill us when we need it? Why do we continue to struggle to hold onto someone who doesn’t want us? As much as we love them, bending until we break, silently crying out for release from the tension, we know we can’t keep it up.

The facade that we are alright. The lie that holds our pieces together. It’s always easiest to make adjustments. Rather than face the potential for pain, we choose to bend until we snap and become useless. But we do it, time and time again. Why?

We may never know. Perhaps we simply choose to be loved the only way we think we can. By changing and morphing to fit their needs. By trying so hard to become what they want, that we lose ourselves. But it’s for love. Isn’t it?

ashleymacleanblog

“my biggest mistake was foolishly believing that you ever loved me”

— 10:22pm

fuckeverybody123

Even though I know I will slowly move on, I will always love you. Even when we are grown up with a family and a life and we live thousands of miles apart, I will still wonder what we could’ve been and I will still feel the hole in my chest that only you can fill. Even when you have forgotten about me and everything between us, I will still love you. I always will.

m.a

marvelspnbaby

caluummhood

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

thejamesboyle

the first post ever on tumblr

5sos-smut-world

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

artemislocheia

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

teenyweenynotepad

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

elsa-everdeen

I FOUND IT ✊

thatenglishamericangirl

I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL

marvelspnbaby

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

pimp-eridan

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

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Perhaps

Perhaps it’s best this way. The quiet numbness. Indifference to it all. No happiness or love. No feelings of contentment. But also. No disappointment. No heartache. There is nothing. Simply existing.

Perhaps that is the answer I’ve needed all along. Perhaps that’s what I’ve been waiting to find within myself.

Just perhaps.

wnq-writers

“There are so many things I could say but all my heart feels is pain.”

— kenzie lawson

michaeldaaboul

“Depression does not hit me until the night, where the demons run out and curl up next to me. I am wide-awake and alone. There is no one out there but sadness and me.”

— Michael Daaboul ~ Demons