Rienextdoor - Rie

did u ever feel like u r socially unaccepted?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones (via thelovejournals)

“I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, and you help somebody every chance you get.”

— Rascal Flatts (via naturaekos)

there was life way before you happened and there will be life after you happen.

moving on. finally. (via sunsetico)

— a lovely kind thing

i think we’re all guilty of hurting someone that we used to care about. but nothing lasts forever, not even the bad. i can’t sit here in forever and keep apologizing for things that i am no longer capable of feeling or doing. i think it’s a growing up thing. i think it’s a you didn’t know yourself thing. i think it’s a she didn’t know where to find love thing. i think it’s a he didn’t have time to make her happy thing. i think it’s a selfish thing, i think it’s a we’ve become too dependent on this drug called love thing. i can’t spend my days in eternal anguish because of the things that i’m no longer capable of doing or feeling. words come easy if they mean nothing, so i’ve been saying less and listening more. i wish i would’ve done that when you were still around. hearts wear and tear too, just like a smile that is too unbearably heavy to keep up everytime we’re asked if we’ve been okay. darling, i’ve seen better. we all love a good ending, but the reality of things is it doesn’t always end well. that’s expectations and assumptions, swallow up your pride and say you’re sorry. if you hurt the right person, you’ll spend the rest of your life picking up the pieces because how you love someone is just an extension of how you’d love yourself. i think that’s the secret. to love someone properly, to remember when you first met this person and how anxious you were about making a good first impression. how did we get here? i think it’s an addiction kind of thing. i think it’s a silly habit sort of thing. to want to love, but to not know what to do when it’s crying right in front of your face and you’re telling them to stop because it’s all that they do. i think it’s a i never listened type thing. so i’ve been listening to my future lovers and i’ve been imagining that every time i open my arms and pull them in, that every tear drop i’ve dried on my shoulders— every single apology being accepted kind of thing. my way to love right and grow better kind of thing. here’s to the lovers out there whose hurting that one person they’re going to regret forever kind of sentence, just listen to them and be quiet every now and again. it’ll do wonders.

Post 3

Not all wounded soldiers fought for the right war.

“Being must be felt. It can’t be thought.”

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I feel so fucking empty, idk