Bidwill Hunting

You never know what you'll get.

“I’ll be okay.”

—   I know I will (via emiralites)

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“You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.”

—   A Message to My Followers and Everyone Else That Ever Reads This (#127: February 3, 2014)

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I saw a picture of my ex-boyfriend today
Tucked in my never-ending Facebook feed

His smug grin I once loved, now looked sinister
The strangers who tightly wrapped their arms around him
Were once my best friends

My hard drive is filled with those photos
But, I’m there, smiling right beside them. 
One of those things is unlike the other.

About two months before we broke up,
On the top of the French hillside
I asked him to marry me
I was 18 years old. We had been dating for a year and a half.
I realize how foolish that sounds

But I was a romantic, old soul
In my first serious relationship
With the guy I’d lost my virginity to

It’s been four years, and with time came reflection
And with reflection came the knowledge
Our “perfect” relationship was far from perfect
How he treated me was unacceptable
And his “love” for me wasn’t real love.

After we broke up, I spent so many hours, crying over him
Hoping he’d come back to me
That we’d find our ways back to each other
When it simply wasn’t meant to be.

There will come a time in our lives
When we will choose the wrong person
Hopefully, we’ll let them go

To make room for the right

I recently learned one of the most heartbreaking things

It’s possible to feel alone, misunderstood and unappreciated
While surrounded by the people you love

It’s true.

The man I’m madly in love with.

The Curse of Being a Lover

The curse of being a lover
Is that you give your heart openly
Your days are spent trying to make it brighter for others
Because you know what it’s like to be in darkness

The curse of being a lover is that you give
And give and give and give
Pieces of yourself to people
Who don’t deserve it
Who don’t appreciate it
And who can’t understand it
And most don’t, never can, and never will.

The curse of being a lover
Is that it’s easy to feel like you’re alone in this world
Giving yourself to people, who somehow
Never make you feel good enough
Because they’re still finding faults in you
Rarely telling you about your goodness

"You’re too sweet."
I hear that one a lot.

The curse of being a lover
Is that the world forgets the world isn’t made up of lovers
That the people like yourself, who will do anything for anyone
(Especially the people they truly care about)
Are few and far between

The curse of being a lover
Is that you feel things deeply
Happiness, love, depression
The highs are high, and the lows are low

The curse of being a lover
Is that you’ll feel everything
Remember everything
Forget nothing. 
Even those insignificant details
Run rampant in a lover’s mind

The curse of being a lover
Is that you’ll feel unloved
By the people you love the most

And you’ll sit in your bed, stare at the wall
And feel utterly and completely alone.

I want to die.

“If you have the person you really want. You are one lucky fucker.”

—   Unknown (via stevenbong)

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