dismantle.repair

35 | INFP | Perpetually Quirky

[londonfromparis]

“Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.”

— Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via wnq-writers)

[alexithymia-xo]

I wrote this in high school, pt.5

I watch you emerge from disaster,

Attempting to rise above yourself.

I wish that I, too, could rise

And be something better with you,

But as I feel my feet lift off the ground,

I am suddenly jerked back.

I remember the chains around my ankles,

Confining me,

Now and forever, holding me back,

Never to rise again with you.

[alexithymia-xo]

I wrote this in high school, pt.4

When all hope seems to vanish, And I let everything good slip away, I fall to my knees and I give up. I can’t hate you half as much as I hate myself, I just hope you’re where you want to be.

So I let go, and I forget.

I fall back into the shadows, Where no one will find me, Where maybe I can save myself.

My pen becomes my only friend. The shadows, my refuge, my inspiration. These ink-stained pages, my new story.

I re-write a life to call my own.

When your eyes fall upon my story, And you disappear into my shadows, When you understand, Bring me out so I can feel alive again, Beyond the broken hearts and shattered dreams.

[alexithymia-xo]

I wrote this in high school, pt.3

The memories of you are nothing more than Collections of beautiful dreams I had long ago, Dreams that once were vibrant with life But now form bleak, gray, blurry visions of yesterday. Hopes of a better tomorrow are so close, But seem to get further away with every step I take. I hope your reflections haunt you forever.

[alexithymia-xo]

I wrote this in high school, pt.2

It’s a beautiful night,

The stars are shooting down.

As I lie here, 

I make a wish on every one,

Hoping that one day they might come true.

As the last one falls, 

I make a final wish

That you could be here right beside me,

My head on your chest,

The steady beat of your heart calming my soul.

I can almost hear you whisper, “I love you.”

I whisper, “I love you too.”

And I know,

Wherever you are,

You heard me.

[alexithymia-xo]

I wrote this in high school, pt.1

They say that in time, all wounds will heal, but she was too impatient to wait. Every waking hour she spent trying to get him off her mind put another brick in her emotional wall, until she looked up and was surrounded.

Every day, she sat on top of that wall, watching the world float by for hours. She found so much beauty in the things that passed and longed to be part of it again, but the fear of another heartbreak kept her sitting.

The one thing I’d love to see is the day she finally sees the better thing that floats by. I’d love to see the day when she grows so tired of being lonely, that she might jump and leave her wall behind her because I know, when she does, you will be there to catch her.

[catarinehancock]

this isn’t a poem, just a couple of thoughts. they often weaved in and out of one another when i was with him.

from ‘shades of lovers,’ out 2019.

[medicinal-music-deactivated2021]

a major part of my love language is sending memes

[i-wrotethisforme]

You know what… I don’t think it was the timing or that we weren’t ready or that we were at different points in our lives or that your job was too demanding. I think if you put us anywhere at any time at any age, it still would have turned out the same. We just weren’t meant to be and that was the only problem.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“She loves deeply regardless of the love she gets back in return, and it is both her biggest strength, and her biggest weakness.”

— N.R. Hart

[infpisme]

[criiller]

I’m always a slut for deep conversations and exploring our feelings at 1am

[quotemadness]

“She’s confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing, so she won’t commit to anything.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

[infpisme]

You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower

[her-minds-a-mess]

Despite popular belief, she never did love self destruction. She just found it hard hiding the thunderstorms in cased within her skin. Destruction was familiar to her, it was her comfort zone.

[remanence-of-love]

[navk]

Sometimes stars align, sometimes they collide.

Nav K (via navk)