Come On Skinny Love, Just Last The Year.

Let's say 6594 days young and counting. I was once different, but then society swallowed me whole and spit me back out.

[kheristin]

Someone will love you.

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”

— Andrea Gibson (via quotemadness)

[i-will-die-today]

and she's scared to get close to anyone, because everyone that ever said "I'll be there" left.

[satansdepressedprincess]

I thought I was getting better. I honestly did. But now I'm laying in bed at 4am, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me and why I'm never enough.

[writesnsuch]

I’m writing again. You broke me enough that the words are leaking back through the cracks.

g.e.

[synqra]

[sansgod]

[i-wrotethisforme]

Sometimes people can’t love you and it has nothing to do with you

[thetipofmycliche]

The magic has gone from my life, and you are no longer in it. I can’t say with certainty if the flight of one caused the flight of the other. But in misty dawns like this, when I wait for the sun, woken by bad dreams and unwanting to sleep again, the slanted light and the haze seem to reshape the words and they read: the magic has gone from my life because you are no longer in it.

Do other people miss a person forever? Is the feeling commonplace? It’s a question I use to busy my mind, but I’m reticent to say it out loud and receive nothing but an odd look in reply. On misty dawns it reverberates: will I miss her forever?

[bled]

It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman

[kheristin]

I made the biggest mistake of my life today. I lost you.

[cynsyllables]

"I know I am my saddest when I have the words for it"

— Cynthia Chapman

[uhnsaids]

“i’m learning to be okay without you.”

— it’s hard but i have to.

[lohver]

you’re not too sensitive. you’re not overreacting. if it hurts you, it hurts you.

[lovemenowkillmeafter]

Period

[kheristin]

I think he’s gonna break my heart.

[coltre]

[endlessfreethrows]

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via ghoulband)