*brianna*

Status: broken hearts do the most writing
Joined: May 23, 2012
Last Seen: 1 month
Birthday: October 31
user id: 302038
Location: no where important
Gender: F
Be the love you never received. 
 
 
 

Quotes by *brianna*

people do love you. it's just difficult
sometimes to see or believe that when you
don't love yourself. but that doesn't mean 
that nobody loves you. they do. i promise
you, they do.

-something to remember when you're
alone at 3am and it feels like your
world is collapsing around you.
This letter is to you.

The you that's had a rough week. The you that seems to be under constant storm clouds. The you that feels invisible. The you that doesn't know how much longer you can hold on. The you that has lost faith. The you that always blames yourself for everything that goes wrong. To you.

You are incredible. You make this world a little bit more wonderful. You have so much potential and so many things left to do. You have time. Better things are coming your way, so please hang in there. You can do it.
People always apologize for being a mess, but I
think there are good kinds of messy. Messy
lipstick from sloppy kisses, messy hair from
careless fingers, messy laughs from awkward
moments, messy hearts from complicated lives.
People get tangled and it's always messy, 
but it's so very beautiful.
She was messy; her clothes weren't perfect, her 
room wasn't perfect, all of her, down to her soul,
even that was messy. But it was a messy I could 
handle even when I couldn't handle my own.

-excerpt from a book // messy love
to the girl who kisses chins instead of lips:

i've fallen for you harder than i've fallen for anyone else.
i used to think i wasn't addicted to anything, but my god, i'm addicted to you.
your eyes have a way of melting me, even on the coldest of days.
the way your lips feel pressed against mine makes me feel like everything is as it should be.
i am in love with you, and the way you kiss chins instead of lips.
i was so sad and angry and tired and all i wanted was to be held but there was nothing but silence and four walls staring at me begrudgingly, saying "it shouldn't be like this, you didn't plan it like this, did you?" and i wanted to crawl into a hole but the floor was too cold so i stayed under the covers and dreamed that i was somewhere warm where none of my problems existed and it was like this that i finally learned how to survive on my own.
"i know you love me," she said
"i know that, but that doesn't override the fact
thst i'm not good enough for you. and i'm not mad at all. i should be, but i'm not. i should be, but i'm not. i don't feel anger, just pain, a lot of pain. you know, you think you can handle it.. you know it's gonna hurt when it's over and you think you're prepared for it but i swear to god nothing prepares y9u for just how much your heart aches in their absence and how you can't sleep because your brain won't turn off, inatead you're kept awake doing nothing but thinking of the colour of their eyes. you think you can cope, but the cold hard truth is, you're wrong. you fall apart and there's nothing you can do to stop that."
-excerpt of a book i'll never write
sometimes i wonder
whether or not i'll
get bad again. and
whether or not i'll
get better again.
i'm trying to be brave
'cause when i'm brave,
other people feel brave.
but i feel like
my heart is caving in.
all the hardest, coldest,
people you will ever meet
were once soft as water.
and that's the tragedy
of living.
burn your tongue on a cup of tea.
eat too much chocolate. cry for a
few hours, or cry for a few days. it's
okay to make mistakes and it's okay
to not be okay; you will always
learn how to heal.