No matter how much I try, I can’t brush off my mind what today used to mean. I hope you’re doing well
"You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes."
I still got it for bp
Who else would be down to play? looool
When you get a text from someone who walked out of you life.
You sit there, stare at the screen debating whether or not you should reply. You know you shouldn’t because well they walked out of your life so you wouldn’t want anything to to with them. But you can’t help but be curious on why they sent you a text in the first place or what is it that they want. So you don’t know what to do. Should you reply or just ignore it?
this is triggering but everyone should watch.
everyone should just take 5 minutes of their time to watch this.
wow… im in tears over this. VERY powerful.
brought to you by five finger death punch, a band youd most commonly call shit you cant understand
Reblogging this again because it’s so fucking important. If someone you love is having these same issues, do something about it. Don’t wait until it’s too fucking late…. That guilt will eat you alive, believe me.
Going to reblog this on my other tumblrs because I think some of my followers need to see this. I cried. Everything about this is perfect.
I love this band,now I love them even more.
So so so touching. It’s amazing how true it is.
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.