Nothing like being hysterical because of a stupid book. A stupid book that ripped off this bandaid I’ve been wearing and erased it completely.
I hate myself for the tears on my face.
I hate that I wish you were like Ridge.
I hate that you never said goodbye.
And I really hate these stupid fucking emotions.
Can’t I just not feel anything? Won’t that make it better?
Instead it’s 2 am and I can’t stop crying because I miss you and I wish our story ended like that and not with me in bed crying and you a million miles away not missing or thinking about me at all.



regulus black knowingly died an absolutely horrible death at the age of seventeen because he finally realized how wrong he was and broke free of the ideals his parents had forced on him. and no one ever really knew. sirius died without ever knowing, without ever getting the chance to be proud of his brother. 

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"Your heart is so beautiful and someday someone is going to love that heart like it deserves to be loved."

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"Words can sometimes have a far greater effect on a heart than a kiss."

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Lullabies, the new book by international bestselling author Lang Leav will be released September 16th, 2014. Pre-order at all major bookstores. To get a special discount now, purchase online at Amazon, BN.com and The Book Depository.

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He will challenge the order of the Glade.

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"Just because you fell in love with the river
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Now you’re gone
But I’ll be okay
Your hot whiskey eyes
Have fanned the flames
Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight
Let the fire breathe me back to life

I can’t tell you how many tears I’ve cried the last month. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve clenched at my chest and wished to have my heart torn out, thinking maybe that would healed my wounds. How many times I stared at your book, our last picture together and wondered what I ever did to deserve my best friend breaking my heart so thoroughly he’d make sure I’d never forget him. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to hit you, kiss you, tell you how much I hated you, and loved you in the same sentence.

What I learned the past month is that I was in love with you. So thoroughly and completely that I saw no other path, no other man then you. I wanted you. Boom. Bam. End game. It was me & you and I was so blinded by my love that I never realized you couldn’t be endgame for anyone. How could I have loved someone so much who doesn’t even love himself? How could someone who doesn’t love himself or have the capacity to deal with and love someone as screwed up and beautiful as I am? You couldn’t have. That’s okay. Someone can.

I’ve learned that I’m stronger then I realized because I can’t count the days that I wanted to do nothing but cry and cry and cry. It was all that made sense to me. Tears were all that seemed to fill my eyes and it was all I wanted to do. It’s probably what I needed to do, and trust me I did it.

The last two years were not a lie. I loved you. You taught me that I needed to love myself more, that I’m a writer, a lover, and more importantly you made me realize that I am fucking powerful.

I. Am. Wonder. Woman.

It is August 1st 2014 and while I’m not over you, sometime it hurts so bad when I wake up I want to go back to sleep and forget anything ever actually existed, and then I roll over, get up, face the day. I don’t force a smile but it comes anyway.

Today I will go see Guardian’s of the Galaxy with my best friends. We’ll talk about Comic Con, we’ll be there for one another, we’ll love one another.

I turn 24 in 5 days and this WILL be a good year.

Thank you for teaching me the most important lesson of all.

I am a hell of a lot stronger then I ever realized, and I can do this life thing.

Bon Voyage. 

By my 25th birthday you’ll just be another story I tell around the Kings Cup table, another funny story we tell and remember back to.

Clark Kent is out there somewhere waiting for his Diana. I’ll meet him.