i got comfortable being sad for so long that it started to feel more like a hug
but every once in awhile i still have to pull its hands from around my throat
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i got comfortable being sad for so long that it started to feel more like a hug
but every once in awhile i still have to pull its hands from around my throat
i wouldn’t know what love was even if it kissed me on my mouth
“Stop trying to kill yourself.”
He said as he lit up a cigarette and handed it to me.
You didn’t ask if I forgave you
I did
But you didn’t ask
I got so comfortable in my sadness that feeling anything else never felt right but then it became too much and I was desperate for a change
now I go through my empty days medicated to numbness and when those feelings start to surface again, I take an extra pill to make things extra numb
i am in pieces
I am in pieces
Scattered on the floor
Please put me together
so I won’t hurt anymore.
idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.
my anxiety makes me want to pull off my skin but my fingers are too busy covering my ears because my head is screaming in agony
“I craved the attention. I fed off of knowing people wanted to fuck me. I thrived off of being a woman and having a woman’s body that attracted sexual attention. I just wanted the attention, not the sex. I wanted to feel attractive, sexy, beautiful; I didn’t know how to kiss and I didn’t know how to fuck but I knew how to get attention”
I forgot that people are just so easily forgettable … i forgot that you can unlove someone just as fast as you finally love them … i forgot i forgot i forgot … but i didn’t forget the first time we really kissed or how you held my face in your hands the second time immediately after the first … i didnt forget what i said when you finally told me you loved me, that i loved you so much and i had loved you for so long … how could you forget … how could you forget someone who loved you with every fiber of their being … how could you forget me?
It isn’t like I don’t care, it’s just that it hurts real real bad
— 1am thoughts
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”
— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance
— Ocean Vuong, Nothing
[text ID: I used to cry in a genre no one read.]