Beach babes, 1940s
(Source: vintalgia)
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I hereby call the first meeting of
the broken hearts club
here, we will clink our glasses
to being loved and left
but better — our inevitable repair
we will meet here to discuss
our progress back to our center;
to happiness; to hope
and we will spill our guts
as we share each regret
after one night stands and rebounds
that make us feel temporarily whole again
we will toss a lonely sock in a pile
burn some memories
and consider new playlists
for our ipods that shall inspire
us to fight harder
here’s to today and right now
forget about how wet your face was
yesterday or how uncertain tomorrow is
let’s hold a hand and smile
great turn out today
seems everybody’s left with half a heart
but this too shall pass
this epidemic of sad
(Source: klowee)
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I have never had my heart broken before
I hadn’t been in love
never really spun my world around someone
and then, I did.
I did, I did, I did.
so, I took some time to respectfully mourn the relationship
and I took some time to grieve and I gave myself time
before I really let go
It’s so important to make peace with your losses
and, if anything, these experiences should make me smarter
make me a little harder — for the next time
I’m confronted with love
This weekend I finally felt good again
kissed new girls — set myself free
and I’ve been talking to people. Seeing people.
It’s weird and familiar.
I just wish they told us in kindergarten
“people are weird; they’re strange. you’ll fall in love
with one person and break up with another.
people lie and people disappoint you.
but everything will be ok.”
but lets be honest, the most valuable lessons
are the ones we learn on the weekend
or a wednesday evening
when we’re not even ready to know
