I am so tired of breathing life into a body that has been decaying since what feels like forever.
A.F. Wrighter
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I am so tired of breathing life into a body that has been decaying since what feels like forever.
A.F. Wrighter
“The hardest part was pretending I was okay so you would not feel guilty.”
I was even willing to sin just to hold your hands once.
-HT
Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Helen Whitman featured in “The last letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman,”
You owe it to yourself to move on and make healthier choices.
what’s the point of finding myself anyway, even historians discover the dead.
A.F. Wrighter
will they ever meet the morning sun? they who stood in the rain till every self came undone?
A.F. Wrighter
close your eyes once, and look. that darkness is a part of you.
A.F. Wrighter
read her her favourite book, that's a valid way of flirting.
Real intimacy is when someone wants to understand your triggers instead of blaming you for having them
in a world addicted to waves, i move like still water.
A.F. Wrighter
If someone really wants you in their life, they find some way to show it, even with distance, even with work.
i wonder if memories are carnivores, for nothing else devours me more.
A.F. Wrighter
i wonder if memories are carnivores, for nothing else devours me more.
A.F. Wrighter
i love you like the first page of a notebook — blank yet filled with poetic emotions.
A.F. Wrighter