Finally, some good advice from Cosmo

im gonna reblog this 300 times a day


Day 1
Holy hell this hurts. I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to do without him. I have no idea what I did wrong or what I could have fixed. Fuck. He stopped loving me. Maybe he never loved me at all. I can’t feel my fingers.

Day 7
I’m crying again. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t be so upset. I shouldn’t be sad. I should be angry. He left without a proper explanation. He left because he was a coward. He left. He left me. I’m sobbing.

Day 11
I saw him with another girl yesterday and I was so so so furious. I ran outside without shoes in below freezing temperatures and then I came back inside and ripped apart a gossip magazine. I feel childish.

Day 26
All of our friends want us to be mature about this. They don’t know our ending. They don’t understand.

Day 27
But maybe I should speak to him. There’s no use or purpose in holding everything against him anymore; obviously nothing is going to change what happened and nothing is going to change who he is.

Day 31
We spoke and we are fine, but I think I am still in love with him.

Day 45
He is not who I thought he was. He is more vulnerable than he shows and it makes me sad to know that I can’t do a single thing to help him. I’ve tried so many times already.

Day 60
He was not ready for us. It was not the right time. He wasn’t right for me. At all. I wish I could have realized this earlier. It would have saved me a lot of pain and time.

Day 81
I’ve just had a dream about him—for the first time in weeks. It was a hopeful dream. Wow, I thought I was done with him? Maybe I’ve misjudged myself.

Day 90
It’s been three months and I still think of him from time to time. Sometimes I still expect to see him next to me when I wake up in the morning. Sometimes I crave his touch. Sometimes I listen to our song and try not to sob out loud.

Day 108
I haven’t seen him in so long. I think this distance is good for me. I’m starting to think about him less and less. He is fading away.

Day 121
There is someone else now. Someone new. I haven’t felt this way in so long. I haven’t had anything to look forward to in months. Now I smile when I get out of bed because I know I’m going to see this boy today.

Day 140
I’m falling for this new boy. His touch is so different but so warm. I only want to get closer to him. I hope I can.

Day 151
He’s back. The old boy. The one that broke me. He’s back to shatter me again—or at least he has the capability to. The way he’s treating me is odd, like the past five months never happened. Like all is forgiven. Is it?

Day 158
Yesterday was my birthday and I spent it with all of my friends. He was there—the old one. So was the new one. I’ve decided that the new one is a much better fit for me.

Day 159
I am actually so angry with him. The old boy. He never takes responsibility for his actions and he never apologizes. I’m so glad that we ended when we did. I dodged a bullet. I could not have handled somebody so immature and pathetic.

Day 173
The new boy took me out tonight. It was sweet and innocent and good-natured the entire time. He told me I looked pretty. This is what I want.

Day 175
I’m leaving for a while. I can’t wait to get away from everything and everyone. I want to forget about everything that’s happened. I’ll come back a brand new person.

Day 196
I’m back and the first news I hear is that the old boy wants to speak to me. He wants to apologize for everything he’s done, for all the lies and secrets and omissions. Half a year later and he finally feels remorse. I doubt he’s genuine.

Day 197
Would I be stupid to listen to him? I mean he can’t just waltz back into my life and fuck things up again right after I’ve finally forgotten about him. But what about the closure I’ve been waiting for?

Day 198
I’m overthinking things. As usual. I was fine and now I’m not fine. Almost seven months later and he’s still at the back of my mind. When will it all end?

— Days since you left (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: thoseconstellations)


Please, Just Take My Money


you ever wanna fuck the living shit outta somebody but also cook for them and make sure they’re emotionally stable?


Starting Over Spread (Giving Your Past the Middle Finger)

Here’s the thing. I never intended this spread to look like it was flipping you off. I’m not sure how it didn’t translate on paper, but it wasn’t until I was making it on my computer that I was like, “Holy shit.” And I love it! A great symbol for leaving the past behind.

I tend to create spreads that have something to do with my life at the time. Right now, I am basically starting over. You can call it a quarter-life crisis. So, I tested this spread (as you should) on myself before publishing it here. And, yup, it works! :D

I love seven-card spreads mostly because I love the number seven. Also, I believe numbering is huge - meaning the order in which you lay down the cards. Let’s look at those now:

1 - Now: sums up your current situation/feelings

2 - What you left behind: your past (the good, bad, and ugly)

3 - Guidance: for moving forward (this can be a person or just a thought)

4 - Nearest obstacle: the next challenge you’ll face

5 - How to overcome: how to overcome that obstacle

6 - What to learn: what to take away from that experience

7 - The other side: what’s waiting for you after the challenge

You could even leave off cards 2 & 3 for a simpler spread to do over and over again for each new obstacle you face.

Well, that’s about it. I am proud of this one - please do not steal it in any way! But please use it, share it, reblog, etc. And leave me feedback, if you wish!

"You want the truth? Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned – the dates of wars and the Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations. Even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who had the most friends. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved. And the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else."



(Source: kanyewesticle)

"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."
— She was always holding my hand  (via fabulousbitch69)

(Source: everythingyoulovetoohate)

"After some calculations, it’s your loss"
— Thoughts from the void (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: yoursixwordstory)


Daily dose of love quotes here

"and maybe you gave him
more love
than his heart could hold."
'capacity' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via missinyouiskillingme)

(Source: dellahickswilson)