[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[disc90s]

[paper-wounds]

[inkpressedpetals]

[onthelearningtongue]

endless, tiresome pursuit

[silent-insanities]

Forgive me if I no longer have love in my eyes for you.

[thoughtkick]

“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”

— Tucker Max

[ptimepoet]

[remanence-of-love]

[deadlypoetacademia]

[ragingstillness2]

Looking forward to those days.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language

[surqrised]

“To find peace, sometimes you have to be willing to lose your connection with people, places and things that create all the noise in your life.”

— lieinlove

[echoesoftheinfinite]

The pain of not belonging, not fitting, never being. Always planting, yet never seeing. Like falling into an endless abyss, Always the other, never their wish. Perhaps it is my fate: To love and never be loved the same. Perhaps it is my destiny, Perhaps a curse to carry, Or maybe it just is, A truth I cannot bury.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Donte Collins

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)

[resqectable]

“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”

— Unknown

[remanence-of-love]