Det jag var mest rädd för har hänt. Jag räckte inte till.
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Det jag var mest rädd för har hänt. Jag räckte inte till.
Don’t fall in love with someone like me. I memorize words and listen to lyrics; I won’t forget what you said to me. I write some of the most painful poetry; you’re wrong if you think I won’t connect words in order to describe you. I don’t have a favorite song; I’ll play the one I made for you and me. Nostalgia is innocent to me but it is painful; I hate thinking about us. I take photos of things that made me happy; I don’t want to delete the ones of you. I’ll tell you I’m alright and that I can handle it; oh god I want to die right now. Don’t fall in love with someone like me. I’m made up of too many wrong-doings and I live to find the emotions behind things. My music is too sad because my cells crave the grave feelings. I assume too much, and jump to conclusions faster than I blink. I don’t describe myself as human, because at this point I am nothing more than an organized chaos waiting to break. So please, don’t fall in love with someone like me. Don’t fall in love with me.
I can’t remember who I was. (r.n.g.)
I’m not going to stop loving you simply because you did something wrong. Love runs deeper than that. I might stop liking you, and I might stop being with you, and I might cry whenever anyone mentions your name, but I don’t think I’ll ever manage to stop loving you.
love runs deeper // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via tell-me-a-story-sweetie)
There comes a point when you really get sick of missing a person.
K.B. (via kb-stone)
I think the saddest moment is the crack you hear in someone’s voice when they are talking about something very upsetting but trying to be strong. Courage is underrated.
One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper)
Damn
I care about you enough that I’ll break my own heart and let you go because I know your worth so much better than me
/ (via localgrvngehero1n3)
tanken av att veta att han inte bryr sej gör så jävla ont, det får mej att hata mej själv ännu mer än vad jag redan gör. jag vet att han och jag aldrig har varit ett vi, eller att vi aldrig kommer bli det heller. men det ända jag vill är att han ska bry sej, så att jag inte behöver hata mej själv för att inte vara tillräcklig
- hello-decemberrr.tumblr.com (15juni2015)
Suicide doesn’t end pain but gives it to the people around you? Bullshit. I’m hurting them way worse by staying alive.
i should kill myself // 26.5.16 - 23:13 (via somnabulxst)