This is how you get over him/her. At first, you don’t. You sit in your bed crying and wishing you could go back to the good old days. You spend hours analysing where it all went wrong, trying to convince yourself to delete the photos of the two of you but you can’t bring yourself to. Then, eventually, you get tired of crying yourself to sleep and you realise they’re not coming back. You can listen to their favourite song when you’re at a party, you can start talking to other boys. You download and delete tinder at least 20 times. You give up trying to rekindle it. It’s dead. You don’t water flowers after they’ve died, do you? 

Slowly but surely, you learn to live without them. You can wear the same outfit you wore on your first date with them on a date with someone else and you feel like you’re going to vomit but you know it’s not because you want them back. You can kiss other people with a passion and let them touch you where he/she did without thinking of them anymore. You finally learn to listen when other people tell you you’re beautiful. Surely enough, you learn to love yourself and everyone else around you, and you learn to love again.

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If you’ve had 4 glasses of wine and you keep checking your phone with that 1% of hope that he’s as drunk as you and he’s going to text you, you’re not over him.
If you find excuses to drive through his neighborhood, you’re not over him.
If he still crosses your mind every time you post a snapchat and you check to see if he watches it, you’re not over him.
When are you going to learn that telling yourself you don’t care won’t work?
Why is it so hard to accept the fact that something is over and grieve it then forget about it and move on?
What are you going to do when you get drunk and break down and tell him you miss him and he doesn’t respond?
You can pretend you’re over it as much as you want but you’re not actually over it until someone mentions his name and you can honestly say “wow I haven’t thought about him in a while, I wonder what he’s up to.” And until that point, it’s all acting. Just because you don’t talk to him anymore or you stopped throwing yourself at him, it doesn’t mean you don’t still want to. That’s the difference between pretending to be over him and actually being over him. You have to genuinely not want to care about this person anymore. And that’s the impossible part. (via i-wrotethisforme)

But no matter how mad I’ve been, I never for one second stopped wanting you here with me. Colleen Hoover, Hopeless (via books-n-quotes)

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Hand me a cup of coffee, and kiss me tender on my head. Tell me that you need me, and I will believe you even if it is just another pretty lie of yours. Lukas W. // Pretty lies (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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My brain knew, but my heart just wasn’t ready. runaway-disaster 
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