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[blossomfully]

“He wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his but he was so good at making me feel like we belonged to each other.”

— Sue Zhao

[blossomfully]

[blossomfully]

“So what?“ she said. “Maybe I wanted to feel love. Maybe I wanted it to burn me. Maybe I wanted to hurt, for once, from a good thing; to feel so much of everything that it hurt me. Maybe I wanted to give in to every emotion that I’d ever felt, let it take me to the woods and shoot me in the chest. Maybe I was tired of fighting to maintain my numbness, tired of fighting against vulnerability. "Maybe I was sick of being ambivalent, of being sceptical, of not believing in love - or at least the notion that it could last. Maybe all I wanted, all I really wanted, was for someone to knock me out so I could forget every little piece of cynicism I’d ever swallowed, and allow myself to be consumed by everything kind and good and light.”

— Sue Zhao // Numbness v Light

[blossomfully]

“What I wanted to do was to write until I stopped hurting. But it didn’t work. I didn’t stop hurting. For once, no matter how much I wrote it didn’t stop hurting.”

—

[scerek]

Rest in peace, Stan Lee (December 28, 1922 – November 12, 2018)

Stan Lee + MCU cameos (2008–2018)

[blossomfully]

“He asks me, “Are you okay?” I say, “yes”. We both know I’m lying. He’s quiet, but then he holds me a little tighter, a little closer to his chest. ‘I’m sad that you’re leaving,’ I want to say. But I have no right to tell him that. I haven’t even the tiniest, most infinitesimal part in his life. ‘I wish we had more time,’ the words are on the tip of my tongue. And there they stay. ‘I know we were temporary but that doesn’t make this any easier.“ I am ready to burst with all of the words inside me. In our silence, I feel his arms relax around me, I feel him start to drift. 'Please, let’s still talk,’ I whisper into his chest, ’ please don’t let it be as if we never knew each other. He’s asleep. “I know we said no feelings,” I say, out loud this time. And then, after a pause, “but that has never been how feelings work.”

— Sue Zhao // ‘Summer’ 

[vomitingwords]

But, if this is love

that I’m feeling,

why does

looking at you

keeps my heart

hurting?

I like your eyes the most, It makes me sad // ma.c.a

[vomitingwords]

“I feel like there’s always something that’s missing.” she said. “That even if I smile, at the same time, there’s still something that makes me sad.”

Look at me, tell me what you see //ma.c.a

[onlyamir]

u ever just miss a feeling

[vomitingwords]

And I wonder,

how many—

aching moments

my heart

can endure,

before

it tastes

the love

it deserves

to have.

Stitches and Feelings // ma.c.a

[unsaidhabits]

I saw something that reminded me of you.  I wanted to show you, but then I remembered that we don’t talk anymore.

(via unsaidhabits)

[blossomfully]

Maybe I wanted to cause you the same hurt that you had caused me. Maybe that was the awfulness of it all. Or maybe I just wanted to forget. Forget the way that you had taken my joy and twisted it into something ugly. Maybe I wanted to relearn to hope and love and to not be scared of it all. Maybe I just wanted to move on and let go of whatever was making me hold on.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[thedarkperidot]

Signs you grew up lonely

- Chasing people who don’t want you

-Making up lots of stories and worlds

-Overtalking whenever there’s someone to talk to

-Excessive reading

-Daydreaming

-Clinging emotionally to others

-Being the ‘disposable’ friend in the group

-Excessive baths

-Talking to oneself

-Obsessive friendships

-Excessive helpfulness

[remanence-of-love]

[nevaehtyler]

this is iconic

[teealwayschillin-deactivated201]

This shit is so hilarious

[destinyrush]

Dude: Do you wanna get married? Girl: Yes. Dude: …..I gotta…..

[theimaginarythoughts-deactivate]

“YOU’RE FAT!! 😢” LMAO homie was hurt

[dicknurse]

actual definition of BDE

[sixwordssayitall]

“I wrote about you all the time to try to make the world understand what I saw when I looked at you. Over the years, though, I have realized no one will ever understand. Despite my best efforts at storytelling, I will never be able to put you into words.”

— @sixwordssayitall

[sixwordssayitall]

IG: sixwordssayitall

[flowercrowns-and-catastrophe]

“What’s so wrong about not wanting to talk about what happened, or even speak at all for that matter? What’s so wrong about wanting to forget.”

— excerpts from a book i’ll never write // forget

[sarcasticpakkun]

When everyone insists on reminding you of your mistakes and you just have to grin and fake a laugh that’s at your expense while you’re tearing yourself apart just below the surface. No one sees it, they just see the one time you messed up and never let you forget it, even when they’ve made worse ones.