I’m so fucking depressed and just so sad but I have nobody to talk to and it’s killing me..

I didn't think I would be the one to post and write about love. The romantic kind I mean. After I was in pain from a battle I didn't train for, something happened:

But it was soft, it was warm, it was fulfilling. It felt like clouds, like endless sunlight on a picnic kinda day, like the glistening of sunlight on water and metal, like warmth unparalleled and it felt like that one cinematic moment with my old crush which my mind made up. It felt like we had all the delicious fruits and desserts in the world at our fingertips and when our mouths kissed. My arm in yours just to walk, running from the sun setting onto us into an abandoned tower just for the two of us and our final kiss first, then walking into our sunset, having had the time best, and now bidding goodbye without knowing, with your shoulder for my head to rest.

I could feel myself stirring up. I tried to ignore it; all I wanted back was the love I had just lost. My dreams had betrayed me once again as I woke up and a few hours later the only thing I remembered was the feelings I was left with. The warmest and the most loved I had ever felt and been, had been in my long gone dreams.

C.B.

He/She leaves your life. They left you broken into pieces. You rebuild yourself back up and good things are happening for you. But all you want to do is tell them how happy you currently are and how great you are doing. As id they weren't the one who destroyed you in the first place.

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Is there any airport nearby? cuz I see my heart flying...

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rain

I hate the rain

I used to say

You smiled at me

And asked why.

It was simply annoying

Not a good reply

But it was how I felt

And you accepted it.

I see you now

In the heavy drops

In the spreading puddles

In the crying clouds.

Now you’re far away

Rain no longer on your mind

And in a way

Neither am I.

I hate the rain

They ask me why

I give no answer

But I see your eyes.

                                        { @rkplaced } ~ { Maria Robotnik & Felix }

     ❝And what gives you the right to judge that?❞ The argument has been going for at least five minutes now and if it keeps up she’s likely to get thrown out. It wasn’t how she’d planned this outing to go. She’d convinced Felix to take her out to the local park since they’d just installed a swingset but along the way a shop on main street with cute hats in the window had sidetracked her.      She’d been too excited to notice the ‘NO ANDROIDS’ sign in the window.      Or to hear Felix point it out.      Maria is a Robotnik. Stubbornness runs in the family just as much brilliance. She’s a polite girl with a big heart, easily willing to forgive mistakes and always believing in the best in people. They’re inherently good after all. But sometimes there are bad apples.      It breaks her heart that this shop owner is one of them.      Maria hasn’t been out in the world long enough to encounter many androids. She’s seen a few though and they’ve all been wonderfully nice! Especially Felix! And she’d seen some news about Detroit with Shadow and Abe. So okay, maybe the new laws haven’t come to every state yet, (she’s rather appalled they’re necessary) but being legal doesn’t make something right.      “It’s my shop, honey. I make the rules around here and that’s final.” The icy woman insists, primly adjusting her hat and nametag before glaring down at Maria from behind the counter. “Your machine stays outside. No exceptions.”      Fists clenched around backpack straps, Maria stares back, disappointed but undeterred. ❝Felix isn’t my machine.❞ When people say machine they mean something mindless. Something mechanical that can’t do more than follow instructions. She’s seen plenty of machines on the ARK, in GUN’s storage, and when Ivo makes the news. Felix is more than that.

     ❝He’s family. And it’s cruel of you to exclude people because you don’t like them, Miss Sanders. If I’m allowed to be here than so should he.❞ A gesture back to Felix behind her. She’s tired of arguing, tired of this adult trying to ruin her day, and although continuing seems to be doing little more than sapping her energy (and it shows in lethargic motions, particularly the slow pointing) she isn’t giving up just yet. Maybe if she words things differently, maybe if she just talks a little more, maybe if she keeps trying she can help them understand.      After all no-one wants to be cruel. It’s just a terrible misunderstanding on the adult’s part. Right?      ...      It might be best to stop her now before things get heated.

I will find you in any lifetime, I would love you on any timeline <3

Hardware stores need to introduce a "sort by difficulty" option for plants

He was like reading your favorite stories for the first time and seeing a whole new world.

For once I was happy to wake up and so excited for the day.

And then he took it all away just as swiftly and painfully as he did when he came into my life

Lust, original by Ace.

At the end of all this heartache

I just hope you recognize

All I gave and tried to help

But I guess what I really want is to

One day to not care if you realize it or not

Some Words For a Wounded Heart

Some Words For a Wounded Heart

I cling fast to words that speak aloud what I’ve only thought. I collect sentences that eloquently express what I can only feel. I pull them out on days when my head and heart are doing battle and I can’t find any middle ground. Reading reminds me I’m not the first soul to travel this way. Others have been here before and left breadcrumbs. Read the rest here: Words For a Wounded Heart

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Do you miss me?

I’m so broken right now…

tips for getting rid of feelings for someone without turning to hatred and denigration please?