Drunk Banshee

Just caged screams

[drunk-banshee]

u a man or woman?

A burden, really.

[drunk-werewolf]

It's funny how u stalked me on Tumblr. How you tried so hard to find my accounts. Just to see if I wrote about you. What I wrote about you. Sth to boost your ego, see how much I was still feeling about you after we broke up. Did it feel nice love? I bet it did. And now you prob forgot all about me writing. Forgot the blog I created just to write stories for you (not that you cared about them anyway), forgot the accounts I wrote all my feelings. And now you haven't been on the app in a while. You got what you wanted. I never got your actual accounts, never got the chance to see your thoughts and feelings. I just got the account you wanted me to see. The blank one. The safe one. But at the end of the day maybe it's for the best. Cause after all, your posts would never be about me.

[mynorthernattitude]

"you need to let it go"

i'll actually take it to the grave, thanks

[drunk-banshee]

And what if I miss you for the rest of my life?

[drunk-banshee]

And just like that I missed u. Now of all times.

I missed writing for you. To you. I missed waking up to 10+ texts talking about my post last night. I miss your enthusiastic calls every morning. Where you called me as soon I woke up to yap about every tiny detail. I miss your comments. I miss how supportive and invested you were. The collage, playlists and drawings.

I miss your playlists, the long letters and the songs. I miss your effort. I don't forget any of the bad things we said to each other, I don't forget the nights you made me cry.

But I do miss feeling loved by you. I miss being sick and enjoying this time to peacefully daydream about us. I miss calling you to tell you I missed you. I miss dreaming of you. Thinking of you. I miss missing you knowing you were so close to me. I miss loving you. I

[butmyloveyouhavewings]

[keytomind]

🖤👆🏼

[rebelculture]

[dumblr]

[perfectfeelings]

“I am a day dreamer and a night thinker.”

— Unknown

[resqectable]

“Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”

— Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

[drunk-werewolf]

It's all lying broken in my feet again

Every hope, every gentle dream I carried carefully for months

Every portrait of myself I've repainted, in hope it'll represent my progress

Every framed memory I've cherished and idealized

And suddenly I feel too exhausted to even pick it up

I don't wish to salvage any of this

It's funny how something you've been building for months can fall apart in seconds

Perhaps we should measure something's durability, by how long's been falling before breaking, rather than how long's been up

And I keep walking on the broken glass trying not to stare back at my own red eyes on its surface

[virgin-on-acid]

[drunk-werewolf]

I'm sure my wounds would heal if I'd stop opening them to prove they still hurt

[adicttive]

[drunk-banshee]

This and just getting home to u

[talking-to-the-sun]

i hate that my heart still wants you to love me.

[yearningdaughter]

[deadstonia]