I’m not going to be one of those girls who chase you around because I love you. I’m not going to be one of those people who you can easily fool with your lies and bullshit. I’m not going to be one of those bitter bitches who can’t seem to let you go.
I am letting you go right now, because just like you said - I’m strong and I’m beautiful. And you ain’t tapping this anymore. Ha, wouldn’t that be a privilege for you.
"When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..." Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
“And on and on, I ramble through my vault of used-up sayings. But I’m praying that I’ll find some sort of substance and connect. Cause really, what’s the point if we’re just coasting on the surface? We stop living when we claim that it’s not worth it to reflect.”—Coasting, EDGES
I envy how some people go through heartbreaks very easily. I see them with a new partner in a very short amount of time after their breakup. I wonder how they cope with the thought that what was once yours, isn’t yours anymore. I wonder if they cry every night, just before they go to sleep, with…
“There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.”—Meredith Grey; Grey’s Anatomy Season 7 Episode 22 (submitted by i-get-around)