FOUND

I place to rest my weary thoughts.

[ramenn00dlez-deactivated2020080]

[totallystokedonyou]

where are you now, that i need you?

(via totallystokedonyou)

[sentimentalitied]

[fffounddd-blog]

What's the point of this song? Or even singing?/ You've already gone, why am I clinging?/ Well I could throw it out, and I could live without/ And I could do it all for you/ I could be strong/ Tell me if you want me to lie/ 'Cause this has got to die/

[fffounddd-blog]

Trying = Loneliness.

I'm trying. 

I've been working through all of my hang ups lately. Stopped talking to people in order to get some closure, started talking to new people to try to find me again. I'm trying.

It's so hard to actually know who you are when the person you have become kinda looks the same but treats situations so differently. I am constantly falling hard for people I really shouldn't, and I'm trying to come to terms with that. I'm trying. 

I mean, I am completely proud that I allow myself to open up so whole heartedly to someone after the stupid shit I've allowed myself to go through, but I can't help thinking to myself, “what in the actual fuck are you doing?”. The only logical response is, “I'm trying.” 

Why not open up to the possibilities of new people? Why not open up to the possibilities of new experiences? Why not try? 

Because I’ve been alone too long. Because when I’m alone and have been for as long as I have, I’m never lonely. Being lonely loses its meaning because there is nothing else to compare it to, and there in lies the problem with trying. I find someone I want to be with. They leave. I’m alone again, but with the added feeling of missing something... 

I’m no longer just alone, I’m lonely.

[difficult]

I’m drowning in an ocean of thoughts.

Miguel Sousa (via difficult)

[fffounddd-blog]

Should I kill this feeling, or allow myself to drown in it?

Me

[fffounddd-blog]

I want everything to do with you, which is why I should have nothing to do with you.

Me

[fffounddd-blog]

I hate that I want to know what you taste like...

me

[fffounddd-blog]

until I find somebody new...

[fffounddd-blog]

fickle

It's these days after I decide to stop talking to someone that suck the most. You go back and think about all the things you miss.

I miss the early morning text. The mid morning jokes. The afternoon fun. The deep evening conversations. The late night sex. 

I miss all these things, until my fickleness kicks in...

[fffounddd-blog]

not cut out for this shit..

me

[1985panties-deactivated20160426]

mom: i love you (:

me: Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. 

[be-better-to-you-blog]

Figured out what my problem is.

I think about forever with people who don’t even see tomorrow.. 

[fffounddd-blog]

I touch the clock at 11:11 for someone else now..

me

[fffounddd-blog]

I'm dating out of my comfort zone...

well talking to someone. Trying to figure things out. Why is it so hard to find someone you fully vibe with?

[fffounddd-blog]

Listen to “Again. New ride.” by denitia and sene, if you want to know how I see relationships and why I think the baggage claim is stupid. I know things in your past fucked you up. I know things in my past have fucked me up. That’s what relationships are. Taking the broken bodies and insides and building each other back up.. Making each other feel ALIVE. Again.

me