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I will never be enough for you, until I search inside and find the way, to be enough for me.
William Chapman (via wordsnquotes)
I don’t laugh much anymore. But when I do, oh God, I feel so alive.
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for someone who is fully content hanging out alone I have a huge want of being someone’s most favorite person in their life.
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It’s still you. It’s still you.
Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers In Winter (via thelovejournals)
You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thelovejournals)
I hope my baby is okay. It is strange how I want to write things for you, and of you, but I can't grasp much that could pierce my soul. I guess what I would like to ultimately say is that I'm sorry and you deserve more space in my soul. I have tokens still that I can't seem to shake off, that I really, really desperately want to, my sunshine. You deserve everything that is good and pure, and painfully beautiful. I'll write about you in another time, one that doesn't stink of memories past.
i am sorry for the way i have been holding on, but loving someone doesn't seem right if i'm not loving you
At times at 3am,
in the middle of a sleepless night,
I stumble across suicidal thoughts,
only to test my tendencies,
realising how i am too weak,
for both; living and dying,
but thats not what suicide is for me,
maybe i just don’t want to die,
maybe the only reason i think,
i should die is because of you,
maybe i want you to notice me,
for this one last time,
to see how you left me to rot,
to let an unknown cancerous awe take over,
but now i have dropped the idea,
of suicide or death,
or maybe embraced it,
even more firmly than before,
I’ll suicide; today. everyday,
but not the way you thought i would,
because that way I might fail,
No. I’ll suicide by living,
Yes, I’ll live, and it's the slowest,
and most effective tactic,
for what you term suicide,
No one gets out alive anyway.
My life left me
So I leave life.
Learn to be okay with the fact that you don’t have the words for what you feel right now. Eventually they will come, and they will be beautiful.
we become too attached to our pain that we cannot let it go instead we water it and feed it we let it latch onto our souls and soak up the sunshine of our minds it holds onto us like ivy and we can’t decipher where it ends and where we begin so no I can’t let go because if i try to pull out its roots my bricks will come crumbling down and I don’t have the energy to put myself together again
a poem on sadness (a.m)
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by soorinj