forget me not my dear, my darling

"We used to talk like lovers in the middle of the night, but now we are hardly friends." look a little closer my dear, there's still beauty in the world

[sixpenceee]

A compilation of interesting cross-stitches from here

[writingsforwinter]

How to Love Someone with Anxiety

Sometimes their days will feel less like the space

between a sunrise and a sunset

and more like the space between the words body

and body bag.

Sometimes it is so lonely constantly feeling

like no one else is lonely too.

You can’t always be that person

who bends over backward for them so far

that your spine crushes itself into powder

like the cocaine they once used

to calm their nerves.

But you can keep your finger off the trigger

just long enough to reassure them

that the safety is always on.

When they shake so hard

that every icicle on the roof rattles,

you can be the one who removes one

from the gutters and keeps it in the freezer

until next winter, when you can take it out

and show them, can say

this made it through the year just like you.

Sometimes, children grow up

among wolves. They learn how to snarl

and hide in the shadows.

It’s just their form of protection.

So whatever you do,

never make the mistake of forgetting

that the one you love is human too.

[nitrogen]

Oil paintings by Alyssa Monks.

[understands]

[heavensghost]

[thedeathofcool]

[lovestory]

London, 6/27

[olearypoetry]

[badtunesboi-deactivated20180307]

“Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?“

[phoenix-phoenix-deactivated2019]

Holy shit this fucking super power. The avengers did Quicksilver WRONG.

[professor-maple-mod]

Holy shit

[alphyx]

[324432463552434565435241354-dea]

your intelligence means fucking nothing if youre devoid of empathy

[coral]

“I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via coral)

[love-me-like-autumn]

[love]

via weheartit

[extrafabulouscomics]

[bombshellssonly]

[intricate-delicate-dreamer]

I think I’m jealous.

I envy anyone who fits in and has a best friend. All I’ve ever truly wanted in life, is a best friend. A true best friend. One that actually has my back the way I’ve always had my friends. I always hear all these stories about how someone gets surprise visits from a best friend, or you see how they light up when said person is around, etc. And I just fucking wish I was someone people saw like that. Or they talk about their best friend and how awesome they are and the things they get to do. And I just feel this deep shitty sadness. I feel like I wasted 6 years on someone who never really was my best friend and only wanted me as he needed me. And here I try and try and try and no one even sees me. I feel completely alone and invisible. And truthfully, I wonder why I’m still here. I don’t know that I’m even loveable. I don’t know why I’ve never been lucky enough to have a best friend. My best friends were all friends i bent over backwards to make happy but couldn’t care less about me.