holde-maid:

“Some talk to you in their free time, and some free their time to talk to you. أشخاص يتحدثون معك وقت فراغهم، و أشخاص يتفرغون لمحادثتك”

— (via thunderheart-s)

tryandsmileplease:

“I don’t know when it happened, or why it happened. You just stopped. There were no more phone calls in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep, no more texts that read, “I miss you.” The only time you said I was beautiful, was when I asked if I was. It’s not that I needed your validation, I just missed hearing it. When you answered the phone your voice sounded dull, the excuses were, “I’m tired.” “I don’t feel well.” I never knew the right words to say until after the conversation ended, my talking just felt like crunching leaves under your feet. You’d walk over me subconsciously, I felt like I was the gum on the bottom of your shoe. You’d get rid of me faster than you’d let me stay. I always held on a little too tight, a little too long, I guess I was just waiting for the favor to be returned. But your arms became cemented to your sides, like walls around your soul. I became the vines growing up the bricks, trying to be tall enough to get a peek of what’s behind them. I never was tall enough, I never was good enough. Soon enough the I love you’s just slipped your mind, you forgot. I stopped noticing how long it took you to reply, it became our new normal. The nights we went without talking, the mornings that went without the good, the days we talked for five minutes, it was all normal. You stopped. So, I’ll stop. Or at least, I’ll try..”

— i.c. // “you stopped loving me” (via delicatepoetry)

cactiely:

“A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.”

— Paulo Coelho (via munstersandghosts)