inactive

this used to be a pretty popular blog. now it's mostly a tomb for my own past writing. feel free to spend some time here, and I hope you find the peace you're looking for.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Insomnia sounded more poetic when some one else was writing the verse

[traumasurviving-suggestions]

Love sounded more sweet when some one else was singing the tune

[automaton-suggestions]

Emotions sounded more lovely when some one else held Pandora’s box

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I am sewing a quilt for us. I want us to be warm.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I am close to the end of who I am now. I do not go with fear, hope or expectations.

[oneiricsuggestions]

At some point, the ground gets soft, you start to sink.

Then you have to dig up that broken glass you buried all those years ago.

[resentmentsuggestions-archive]

At some point, the sky will fall, the stars grow closer.

Then you have to contend with gods you abandoned all those years ago.

[starship-suggestion]

at some point, this empire will collapse, the emptiness surrounds you.

then you have to face the mortality you denied all those [?] ago.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

At some point, the deep wounds will heal, scars will form.

Then you have to face the memories you forgot all those tears ago

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

It is sad, darling, that we were not meant for forever. But isn't it wonderful that we had this, now, with each other? Is it not enough that if only for a day, we were in love? I will forget you, but my heart will not.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Not everything has to mean something. Things are allowed to simply be.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Please be gentle with me.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Falling in love doesn't leave me with hope, only fear

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I am finally at peace with the wars around me.

[thegoodvybe]

[crushsuggestions]

are you a suggestion blog??

are you still hanging on???

reblog this with your url and i’ll make a post with every surviving blog <3

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

She and I were never meant for this, were we?

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I didn’t owe her anything, in this lost love. I still give her my grief, when she gives me nothing.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Words written in love and agony still ring true with a bitter taste left behind on my tongue.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Why bother with last goodbyes when no one will see my words until I am gone

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Even if just for today, I will not let myself have her. Tomorrow, I will try again.

[peoplealwaysleave-99]