"It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it."
It’s Kind of a Funny Story (Ned Vizzini)
Anonymous asked: Or maybe you guys haven't been together long enough for any problems to come up
or we’ve been together for nearly a year and a half and while in the grand scheme of things that isn’t long, its a lot longer than the people i was referencing in my last post.
you’re right, no SERIOUS problems have come up yet and it seems like other couples who have been together for much less time have lots of issues that we don’t have.
It’s funny to me when people post things about their significant other like “I’d rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else” or other romantic stuff about how they’re in loveeee and everyone in love goes through struggles. Because like, I don’t have struggles… I might get mad at Zach for like 5 minutes but we resolve it and it’s good. I don’t think I’ve ever been mad at him for more than an hour at a time. I don’t know if that means there’s something wrong with us, or something really good with us.
This is a good reason to always carry sidewalk chalk in the car.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do."
It’s not that I don’t love you. (via extrasad)
When she undresses
in front of you, assure her
that you love every piece
of her more every day;
remind her that ‘every
piece’ includes even the
parts of her that she cannot
seem to swallow.
"I was always made to feel like I’d be successful because I always did my homework. I wish I’d spent more time putting energy into things that came from myself."