bye 2020, it’s been weird.
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bye 2020, it’s been weird.
I still don't know what I'm wearing to the living room New Years Eve... I might not even go.
“I think I’m always trying to find the balance between softness and strength because both of those exist within me,”
— Chelsea Wolfe, from an interview conducted by Natasha Scharf c. April 2020
•hate? if this word would describe it•
“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
It’s been over a year since I said goodbye. Since then, the guilt of my farewell still sits in the pits of my gut.
Now that I got the chance to tell you how sorry I was that I broke it off through the phone, you keep telling me that it’s okay and that there’s nothing to forgive.
You would visit me often and brush my hand occasionally. You would stare into my eyes for minutes without speaking. You would ask about my day like before. You made me feel like we just picked up from where we left off.
But you still don’t know what you want, you still can’t tell me what you want out of this and that’s exactly why I left.
I welcomed you again because I thought that you would know this time. That you’re ready for something that was meant for us.
But I guess I thought wrong.
100% Accurate.
DONT CONFUSE MISSING THE MEMORIES YOU HAVE WITH SOMEONE WITH MISSING THE ACTUAL PERSON.
Dead ass
This hits a bit too close to home
“But how, how, how can I tell people exactly what I feel without destroying everything?”
— Juansen Dizon
All Time Low - Dear Maria, Count Me In
Dear You,
I'm counting you in.
-Maria💛
I’ve been seeing color again