Things the girl left behind
Her $10 weighing scale she got from Costco.
A huge giants sweatshirt she wore on that special day
That loud radio alarm clock, that ruins Sunday mornings, every single time.
Her six flags tumbler, with protein shake on a ziploc
A tupperware set, all sizes.
3 huge water bottles, for nights of sudden thirst
A bunch of dried roses, by her old bedside table. Roses that he would give her at random
A can of coins, half full
Faded movie tickets that reminded her of those spontaneous movie nights.
Her gray yoga mat, that he would carry inside the subway no matter how girly it looked
That grey sheepskin boots he always called ugly
An albino goldfish named “Stella” from Coney Island
Sunday mornings eating tapsilog on the bedside
Saturday movie nights and chilling
Saturday nights sleeping with arms around her
Friday night karaoke and Red Horse
A half empty bag of Costco almonds
Hopeless Lies
Broken promises
Interrupted optimism
A notebook with monthly love letters
Her heart
Things the girl still has:
3 a-shirts, one torn.
One perfectly dried rose
A poker chip
His number that kept sending her texts every single day, still
A huge striped jacket
A bunch of polaroid pictures she forgot about.
Photos of happy faces she still has on her phone
Her grey yoga mat’s strap
A transformer shirt he left on the 4th of July Weekend
His empty starbucks card, always on her wallet
Three stuffed toys they won at Six Flags on that hot August day.
Sweet videos that she coudn’t afford to delete
Memories that attack her like huge and terrible waves
Her Pride
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♥ The girl with the heart tattoo
Wine, moonlight, Drake and your face.
Why so serious?
Can I see more of your spark?
-Senseless haiku number xx aka Cheap wine and plastic cups version 1
♥ The girl with the heart tattoo
Wine and you.
Drunken by your softest touch.
Let’s keep this.
-Senseless Haiku aka Cheap wine and plastic cups
♥ The girl with the heart tattoo
Early Bird Special: A NYC subway busker performs the hell out of Adele’s “Someone Like You.”
[refinery29 / thanks anon!]
Don’t you just love NYC subways??:)
On Bitterness and that slow grueling process
Admit it. You’ve been bitter for at least once in your life after a breakup. It doesn’t matter who pulled the plug. Bitterness just happens.
You fall in love, some messed up stuff happens, get hurt, break up. The Bitterness monster enters the picture.
You end up finding all the little things this person did wrong, looking for imperfections, past arguments. The fact that he isn’t perfect and hold it against him.
“He doesn’t deserve someone as good as me” you say.
There goes angry Facebook statuses, depressing Tweets, bitchy tumblr posts and keep convincing yourself that you are better off without him. Instantly, all your social media pages are updated by the minute. Trying your best to show him that you are winning this breakup, that you’re living your life.
I have nothing against bitterness, really. To be honest, I’m fighting my own bitter monsters (yes, with an s) . Sometimes, it really is hard to let go of anger if your ego was hurt, if you know you were wronged, if this so-called “man” made a fool out of you.. in front of your friends. If you used up your time waiting for him to change instead of doing other things.
But often times, this bitterness thing is exhausting. This is when your brain and heart are both in harmony, both tired of the negativity.
I don’t wanna get bitter anymore. Instead, I’m trying to move forward. I would only get stuck with what happened if I keep this anger inside of me. I don’t feel like myself these days, everything seems dark.
It’s hard. It’s hard to let go of everything. But I keep telling myself, “little steps, you can take little steps.. It’s alright just keep moving”. In the end, it’s just a tug of war versus myself but I have to let go of the rope, I have to win.
Please be patient. I am a work in progress.
♥ The girl with the heart tattoo
