[remanence-of-love]

[whatsupbeanie]

Do you ever just pack a bag full of activities and then never do any of them? I guess the good thing about it, is that it means the trip was fun enough without needing any of those. But you still have to carry all that stuff around in a bag haha. 

[bpdrug-addict]

i am addicted addicted addicted addicted to anything that distracts me. i cannot deal with my own thoughts, memories, emotions. i dont want to think about myself or my life or anything at all related to me. 

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ottermatopoeia]

vibing with Franz Kafka 99 years ago

[ziracona]

@sluttyfranzkafka

[sluttyfranzkafka]

Oh mood. Planning this for the 100th year anniversary

[sluttyfranzkafka]

Happy 100 years of feeling nothing, merely tired

[especially]

[bellemused-moved-blog]

my soul feels sick and i wish i knew what to do

[faultsandflawss]

If you read this, talk to me again.

[cinemaphileadict]

Closer (2004) directed by Mike Nichols

[michellekpoems]

I’m not sure if we are meant to be but I cannot help but fall in love with the way you have buried my razor blades and planted roses bloomed from my wrists. Perhaps you are just a filler for an empty heart drunk with the promise of forever I cannot stop drinking I cannot stop thinking. You have broken me so many times and promised to be my bandaid darling, some wounds need stitches.

Michelle K., I Hate What I Did Last Night. (via michellekpoems)

[inkskinned]

“i. again i try to not write about you; like trying not to feel a missing tooth. ii. when i said goodbye there was nothing i wanted more than to just kiss you. iii. do you suppose in another world where we are luckier people and the weather never gets too cold we are sitting outside of a castle in italy eating gelato and laughing iv. i’m trying not to hurt but you’re spending the day with the wrong person. v. in another garden i grow flowers without wanting to put them in your hair. we never meet. vi. am i happier there?”

—  r.i.d

[delilah-demonika]

“I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.”

— (via unfinisheddthoughtss)

[coldcoffeecuddles]

“I wonder who’s arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved”

— I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon) Wow (via pehnumbra)

[quietvoiced]

[uitvaagsel]

“En op dagen zoals deze vraag ik mij af of ik nog wel eens rond dans in jou gedachten zoals je bij mij doet, of dat ik er misschien langzaam uit verdwenen ben”

—

(via voorbijganger)

Ik hoop op het eerste maar ik vrees voor het laatste

(via indewar)

[uitvaagsel]

“Ik ben bang om u kwijt te spelen, maar je bent niet eens van mij.”

— (wat een belachelijk gevoel)

[inkskinned]

the small mistake was letting you in. it’s not a good place to be. i don’t let people get close to me. i don’t let them love me. it’s like if someone ever felt like i mattered it would be too much. i’d swallow them whole with need.

[inkskinned]

“i. again i try to not write about you; like trying not to feel a missing tooth. ii. when i said goodbye there was nothing i wanted more than to just kiss you. iii. do you suppose in another world where we are luckier people and the weather never gets too cold we are sitting outside of a castle in italy eating gelato and laughing iv. i’m trying not to hurt but you’re spending the day with the wrong person. v. in another garden i grow flowers without wanting to put them in your hair. we never meet. vi. am i happier there?”

—  r.i.d