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dizzydaisythoughts · 4 years
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in the end it won’t matter that he chose you once. that he laughed at all your corny jokes and kissed you like he meant it, that he brought you soup when you were sick and flowers when you were mad. 
that he held your heart in both his hands and promised to keep it safe. 
in the end what matters is this: tears and tequila, late nights and meaningless sex. dirty sheets and self-loathing and the sinking feeling that you’re not who you used to be. 
in the end it won’t matter that he chose you once. what matters is the way he hurt you, the way he left you.
the way he broke you. 
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dizzydaisythoughts · 4 years
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i guess what i’m saying is what if i don’t get over you? what if i never forget your eyes or your laugh or the way your hand fit perfectly in mine? what if i never stop scanning the rooms i walk into, stupidly hoping i see your face? what if three years from now i’m sitting at a bar, drunk and lonely and searching for someone—anyone—to fill the hollow space you left in me?
i guess what i’m saying is what if time never heals and the wounds never scab over and the pain never stops?
what the fuck do i do then?
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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and somehow after everything that happened between us i still can’t find it inside myself to hate you. even after the heartbreak, the pain. even now, sitting up in bed, my back pressed to the peeling grey walls of my room as i wonder where we went wrong and why you left and if there was any conceivable way i could have gotten you to stay. no, i still can’t find it inside myself to hate you. not when i still love you so goddamn much.
it’s been over for a while now, but i still feel so fucking empty
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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maybe i’ll just always be that girl who thinks things mean more than they actually do. maybe it just means i have to get used to my heart being broken.
maybe i already kind of am.
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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i really loved loving you.
but now i can’t fucking stop
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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‘choose.’ i said, ‘me or her.’ but it wasn’t that simple not for you it wasn’t coke or pepsi cats or dogs sun or rain it was the difference between ‘i love you’ and ‘i need you’ soft goodnight kisses or rough morning sex big smiles and tenderness and a girl that just made you so happy or late nights and alcohol and a girl that made you feel alive so when i said, ‘choose.’ when i said, ’me or her.’ you looked at me like i was asking you the most unfair question in the world you said, ‘i love you,’ and my heart fell on cracked pavement broke right down the middle because i realized that it wasn’t the difference between coke or pepsi it was the difference between ‘i love you’ and ‘i need you’ and you told me you loved me which could only mean you needed her
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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you make me want to write again.
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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oh honey, you know just how to break me.
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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you’re not an easy person to love, but here i am: loving you anyways.
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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i don’t know what love really looks like but it sure as hell doesn’t look like this
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yikes
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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sometimes i look at the things a wrote a year ago and all i can do is wonder how it’s possible that i’ve changed so much yet still find myself in the same fucked up situations:))
i don’t even know what you want from me anymore
you’ve taken so much that you’ve left me a shell.
“here,” i say, breaking off a piece of my arm “take this. it might make you feel whole.”
-you take it, and somehow you still ask for more
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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Every month I end up on your blog and just scroll for hours on end. I love you!!!!!
thanks love!! i haven’t been super active on here lately because i’m putting literally all my writing effort on something else right now but i’ll hopefully be back soooon:)))
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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your writing reminds me so much of this newly released show on HBO called euphoria. Has me in tears tbh. ✨
thanks lovely:))) you have me in tears tbh!!!!!
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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How old are you
18!!
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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holy shit this is relevant right now
‘we can’t keep doing this,’ you whispered. ‘we’ll both end up hurt’
‘hurt me.’ i said, ‘i don’t mind: if it means more time with you i won’t ever mind.’
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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what matters is right now. this. here. you. now.
hot summer and long drives in your car. and that song, our song. and us, you and me, singing it loud and obnoxious and tone deaf at the top of our lungs because god, that song matters.
what matters is your hand. my hand. your hand in mine, and then not in mine. and then in my hair. and then your lips. your lips matter. they’re on mine and then they’re not and then and then
and then
what matters is the first i love you. slow and quiet and maybe a little unsure. because what if you don’t say it back and what if we’re just two kids fooling ourselves into thinking that three words can mean anything at all. but then you say it back and then i kiss you and then i think, of course three words can mean something. 
they can mean everything.
what matters is the rain. hot and wet and pouring down on us as we lie on the hood of your car. maybe we should get inside, i say. you smile, pull me closer to you. stay here a little longer, you whisper. stay in this moment with me.  
what matters is this. us. whatever we are, however long we last. however stupid we are to think forever is an option.
what matters is this. here. now.
us.
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dizzydaisythoughts · 5 years
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you could break my heart again. you could break it a thousand times. you could tear it in half. you could throw it on wet concrete. 
and i would still go back to you. 
because here’s the thing about us: after all of it, after everything, i’m yours.
honey, my heart is yours to break.
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