breakup

A typical pattern with you / Making me sink into that grief ... A typical pattern of mine / Choosing to leave

Letters of Curses (why God, why?). Letters sent to Churches (I guess I’ll trust in Him for Her, sigh). Letters I spied from my little eye (the first letter of her name, on your Spotify).

No! Don’t look at the sun! That is the trick, remember?

thousands of contemporary prayers whispered and embedded into my thoughts / you plague my vision, my memory / I am all I have left of you

The following playlist is full of angsty, tragic and beautiful songs written or sung by women, perfect for jamming out or plotting revenge on your ex.

Every time we had sex, I felt like it pushed us farther apart rather than closer together. I loved this person — and he loved me — so why didn’t we love having sex with each other?

Love is her eyes in the sun and her hair in the rain. Love is waking up every day and wanting to be a better person — for you and for her.

Alcohol doesn't solve problems, I know. But maybe, the friends who drink with you, listen to you and give you hugs at the end of the night do. 

Our love has been a great one. Since the first day in March when you blessed us with your presence, you've brought many happy memories. But now, it's November. And it's time for us both to move one.

Dear Midterms, We'll be completely honest with you. We're done with you. We can't take the late nights of crying, constant stressing and wondering if you'll curve us or not.