Thoughts Of The Day

Thoughts of the day

And there was only one thing I wanted to tell him: How much I was in love with him and that I wanted to be with with him no matter what. But I couldn’t . Too many times he had hurt me, had not told me what was in his heart, had dismissed me and replaced me as if I was a toy sitting in a corner waiting to be in the center of attention again. My self respect told me how much I’d be devastated if he’d disappoint me again. Was there a point in trying again? It feels like I am splitted up. On the one hand there's my brain and it’s fears were protesting and on the other I couldn’t help but wonder how deeply my feelings have ran after I’d finally let them in. A decision had to be made. But I knew I couldn’t possibly answer or trusting in the fact the fog would disappear that lurred my brain. For now there was nothing to do but wait. Only this time I was waiting for myself to become clear, not him.

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via thelovejournals)

Maybe that’s how you felt.

Isn’t it rotten? There isn’t any use my telling you I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via thelovejournals)

But I do.

I’m stuck somewhere between hopeless romantic and cold-hearted cynic.

surgeryandsex  (via wnq-writers)

We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.

Warsan Shire, 34 Excuses For Why We Failed at Love (via thelovejournals)

What i wanted to tell you so badly