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@holocen8
i thought i could do this. i thought i was better. i cant do this anymore.
TW: suicide
âI understand why you donât love me back. I donât love me either.â
â7:53 PM
If/When I start hurting you on a daily basis, leave me. Please just leave me.
My writing
And, my god, I hope youâre happy. I hope you make it big one day. I hope you find someone who loves you so much that it flows like a river out of you, and they never leave you feeling empty.
I hope youâre fulfilled. I hope life treats you well. I hope you manage to find sunshine on even the rainiest of days. And I hope it stays with you.
So darling, darling, I hope you move on. I hope you love again. And my god, my god, I hope she deserves you. I hope you never forget how special you are - how much youâre worth.
And, I hope you forget me. Or, at least, all of the pain I caused for leaving. I hope, one day, youâll forgive me. I hope - I can only hope, that youâll understand.
Sue Zhao
âWe couldâve worked,â she said quietly. âI know,â he replied. âWe couldâve made it. We couldâve done it, I loved you. I loved you so much.â
â A.M.// but we didnât work out and thatâs okay. (via tullipsink)
When trying no longer worksâŠ
Sure, I can delete your photos, your texts, your number; but how do I delete your face, your voice, and our memories?
(via whatcameafter-you)
looking at you is too hard now. every time i see you im haunted by the memories of an easier time. where your voice was the soundtrack to my days. i look at you and i see everything you walked away from. every smile, every laugh, every secret shared. when i look at you i see every thing iâve ever wanted. but that person just isnât here anymore.
writing about you is getting too hard now// 4am (via 4am-reflections)