i give up

[wnq-writers]

it pains me to think about you, it really does. Sometimes I find myself lost in the moments we shared and I can’t help but feel my heart cracking and my fits clenching. You’re so bittersweet, you’re toxic and poisonous and you make me so angry but life without you isn’t life at all and it kills me to know that I cannot say this to you not now and not ever. I remember the time you made me feel so safe, so protected from the terrors of the night, only for you to become one of them, to somehow turn into something that makes my blood boil and my skin itch. I don’t know what happened to you, I don’t know how you slipped away from everyone, I don’t know how you got stuck in this mess of a self that you cannot escape and I’m sorry for not being able to give you a hand to hold. It hurts me how much I love you, it makes me cry and scream and it gives me nightmares, it makes me sad and scared and I don’t know how to explain it. You’re so pure, but you’re infinitely damaged and I wish I could understand you or understand why you are the way that you are, but I can’t, I have tried many times only for you to flinch away, only for me to cry about it, I cannot do it anymore, I cannot help myself, you hurt me deeply and I can’t see to get past it, I can’t seem to see you for who you are under all the masks you constantly create. I love you but your presence pains me, and your absence kills me.

atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”

shoujoismybigtoe |  iamkaathy (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart.

Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-quotes]

Iain Thomas | @wnq-quotes

[wordsnquotes]

Take my heart and please don’t break it.

Nat King Cole, “L-O-V-E,” L-O-V-E (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

[intothenewblueee]

she looks at me with defeated eyes the way a parent looks at their child when they know this is the type of pain even they can’t fix

milk and honey, rupi kaur (via reconstructingchloe)

I literally need this book

(via place0fperfecti0n)

[danger]

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself

Sean, Good Will Hunting ( via invigor )

[chrissyoriginal-deactivated2019]

Learn to stop saying “it’s okay” when shit really isn’t .

[chuloa-deactivated20160907]

I pretend a lot of shit doesn’t get to me.

10 word story (via p-rincessri)

[moldyoyster]

[nothingwithoutwords]

today, I must apologize to myself for placing a hand over my mouth while my voice patiently waited to be heard.

speak your truth by shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Are you healing? Are you recovering well? What are you recovering from, a something or a someone?

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #108 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

If the night could speak, it would tell you all of the little nothings I did to get myself to sleep. It would probably laugh as the story gets told, and then cry, when the story ends. If the night could speak, perhaps it would tell you how lonely I am, with or without people.

Lukas W. // If the night could speak (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“I don’t know if it’s just me but,” he said to the Moon, “Somehow, the most blissless, bruised heart is often the kindest and most understanding one.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #178 // A blissless heart (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“What else can you do when your greatest effort is not enough for the other person?” “Walk away,” he answered, “just walk away, before you end up losing the most important thing in life.” “And what could it be?” He took a deep breath. “Yourself.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #179 // Don’t lose your soul’s identity (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

I saw you today, standing by the end of a busy street. As the wind gently blew, you looked up at the sky, as if you were in search of something. You had a little flower behind your ear, and you closed your eyes as you reached out your hand, feeling the gentle breeze. The same hand that waved goodbye two years ago, and the same hand that held mine three years ago. I saw you today, and I did not call out to you. Instead, I turned around and took another route because I realized; not every goodbye deserves a new hello.

Lukas W. // At the end of the street (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)