Yuppers

just kinda here, livin, mental breakdowns constantly, ya know, fun things. let's get it!

[perfectfeelings]

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Nikita Gill

[thepersonalquotes]

[remanence-of-love]

[goobra]

[crumbofseratoninplz]

I'd cry tears of joy if I ever saw something like this, bonus tears if I could pet it!

[yuumei-art]

Void cat but space, with moon for eyes~

[crumbofseratoninplz]

This made me feel so...

Oh my sweet Boi... I miss you so much

Yet I look to the sky and know you're better off now.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there, and im sorry you were alone with a stranger in your final moments... please forgive me. Please don't hate me... I love you...

[pencil-prince]

Hey like and reblog this if you play Apex and you’re part of the LGBTQ+ community I wanna see if there’s a connection 

[remanence-of-love]

[emotionalwords]

[poemswords]

“Every once in a while she’ll get worked up and cry like that. But that’s O.K.. She’s letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via books-n-quotes)

[crumbofseratoninplz]

Him

I met him, the first day I moved into the area. I fell for him and hard. My day revolved around his schedule when I could make it. I stood there in the cold for him, I walked over at 1am to give him a hug and talk, I held him while he shook.

My heart hurts

I ran to give this man a hug, I sat with his mother and had lunch, I stayed countless nights to make sure he was ok.

Why?

I adored him. I loved when he laughed and smiled, I loved hearing him laugh and being the reason he could barely breathe sometimes.

But my heart still hurts.

I poured everything into him even though he was not mine, why? Because I was he'd over heels for this man. I call him a man and not a boy because he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knows how to put others before himself and how to put himself before others. He is humble, kind, and smart.

So why does my heart hurt?

Because he's not mine to love.

[thepersonalquotes]

[poems-and-word]

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

[extramadness]