āWhen the world ends, I want to scream into the chaos that I loved you more than anything in hopes that the sound will continue to exist after everything stops.ā ā Mitch Welling
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@everlasting-atrocity
āWhen the world ends, I want to scream into the chaos that I loved you more than anything in hopes that the sound will continue to exist after everything stops.ā ā Mitch Welling
āHow can I move on, when my heart planted its feet into the ground to remain loyal to youā
-//why did I let you go//
find yourself a s/o who cares. genuinely cares. someone whoāll spend endless nights with you where you just need to be held, and holds you softer and closer than you ever thought possible. someone who helps you wake up in the morning when the world feels too grey. someone who puts the toothpaste on your toothbrush if you donāt have the energy to do it. someone who thinks about you when you arenāt there, and leaves you little notes just to know itāll make you smile. just because they love your smile. because TRUST me when I say that people like that do exist, and they will make your life so much better and you should never settle for anything less. ever.
You can be depressed and not feel sad or blue. Depression can also be a haze of sleepiness, distractedness/obsessiveness cycles, and a twinge of irritability that can be hard to recognize because you might already be a āfieryā person. It can feel like a lazy Sunday that keeps imposing itself for weeks or months.
You never ask me about my past, about the things that keep me up at night. You never want to know how old I was the first time my heart was broken. You donāt ask how long it took me to move on, what I did to glue the pieces back together. You never ask about the last time I cried or wished the world stopped for a second so I could learn to breathe again. I used to think that maybe you didnāt want to know, that you didnāt care enough to dig deeper. But honestly, itās in your eyes. I look at you when you donāt think Iām paying attention, and I see it all: the nightmares that keep you from falling asleep, all the times someone grabbed your heart and twisted it in your chest, tore it to shreds and watched you pick it back up. Maybe if you found the courage to ask me about the things that made me who I am today, you could be brave enough to ask yourself. Hopefully in time you will be comfortable enough to share your lows with me as willingly as you take me with you on your highs. Until then, I will stay and I will listen. I will listen until I can see the fear leaving your eyes.
unsaid things / n.j. (via theprocast)
Iāll admit Iām not happy. Iāll admit that at times getting out of bed will always be my biggest battle. Iāll admit I cry more than I should. Iāll admit that Iām not ok and that Iām losing myself at times. But I wonāt say I hate my life. I hate the point of life that Iām in. I know things will get better. But some days itās harder to see than others.
i hope youāre happy while im overthinking in my bed at 3am during the midnight wondering what i did wrong which part was i not good enough how would i be able to get you back without losing myself once again
29th, the day you left (via charcoalpoetry)
I wonder if anyone ever considered that the dragon guarding the princess was really a metaphor for the princessās strength, power, fire, all the things the prince could not handle and that his killing the dragon was destroying the part of her that was truly magical just so he could possess her, he could own her, he could have her and her crown. Maybe if the dragon defeated the prince for a change, her true happiness in genuinely being herself could be found.
Nikita Gill, Excerpt From: Rethinking The Fairytale
I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really donāt blame them.Ā
me casting evil spirits out of me home
ā get the fuck you you fucking pieces of shit I did not ask for you * waves incense* this smells so good get the fuck outā
I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works;Ā āThe Plumbed Serpent,ā (via violentwavesofemotion)
I remember when I was 9th grade my teacher told everyone to write down their role model, I left mine blank. I didnāt want to leave it blank but my mind when blank as well when I tried to think of someone honourable in my life. A father and brother who live their lives bitter and engulfed in flames or a mother who keeps throwing in the matches. What choice did I really have?
āCynthia Chapman
And maybe the most terribleā yet the bravest thing Iāve ever done, was to continue walking no matter how slow my feet move, no matter how many times I took a rest and sat on the groundā to stand up and travel this tough road of mine, when all I ever wanted was to come back to that wonderful moment when things never seem to be wrong, when things never hurt so muchā and when everything seems perfectly fine.
ma.c.a // Long Way Home (via vomitingwords)
Could you, perhaps, stay awhile? I know thereās not much warmth here, anymore. But these streets, and alleyways, the beach and the marketplace, our names carved into seats that marked late night escapades. Could it be enough, for now?
āJust to have something to hold ontoā remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
Old flames donāt give you warmth They only burn your fingers - From the Intoxicated Ink.
I think thatās where I went wrong. If there was something you did that bothered me, I just brushed it off. I gave you chance after chance. I put my wants and needs on a shelf and let them collect dust while compulsively making sure I was aware of yours. Forget letting you have just a place in my heart, I let you have almost the whole thing, leaving just enough for myself so I could keep going. I loved you, but I didnāt love myself, and that was the biggest mistake I couldāve made.
Maxwell DiawuohĀ | Mistake (via wnq-writers)