Kirsten Elspeth Joy

To hurt is as human as to breathe

[ark-dark]

[extrasad]

u know what is so weirdsad?? Relationships are like houses and u move into a house and ur so comfortable in it and u know where everything goes and everything about it like this specific ceiling tile always leaks and this part of the stove never lights and then one day u move out of ur house and some new person moves in and figures out about the leak and the stove and keeps the cups in a different cabinet and u never go inside that house again and if u do everything is rearranged and none of the furniture is urs

[vcmiting]

[teenytinymoss]

Here’s to 2017 being full of laughter, mental stability, good friends, and gorgeous sunsets

[novice-heartbreaker-deactivated]

[softheartedsuggestion]

there are so many things to stay alive for. it’s gonna get better

[syrenum]

[iam-satan-lordofdarkness]

R. I. P James and lily potter, October 31, 1981

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[anancientheart]

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

[fallsed]

I used to have him in my hand, although i didn’t know what to do with him.I’m not sure if I simply let him go, or if he slipped through my cold fingers. However, what I do know is that it’s too late now, he’s gone into her embrace and she knows exactly how to give him what he wants. He saunters past me and it’s like he looks right through me, his intent is instead focused on someone I hang round with, and it feels like his eyes are deliberately looking anywhere else. I am a ghost of his past, but 6 months on he is a main component in my present. I now know that he’s gone, and it’s loss for the first time. I tell myself to move on, my mind has, and one day my heart will too.

months later and the sound of your name still makes my heart race //  f.f.g (via fallsed)

[kirstenelspethjoy]

me, 364 days a year: i love harry james potter

me, on july 31st: I 👏🏼 LOVE 👏🏼 HARRY 👏🏼 JAMES 👏🏼 POTTER

[stay-maqical]

[pluhmet]

[wordsnquotes]

I don’t need someone to complete me, I need someone to make things a little bit better every now and again.

Jon Richardson (via westheritage)

[linneasnow]

[disgustinghuman]

I’m pretty interested in eating a lot of bread

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

I think a lot about the conversations I would want to have if I saw you again. I think a lot about the things I’d want to tell you. I’d want to tell you that I miss you so much that it hurts sometimes. I’d want to tell you that I think about you most at night when no one but me can hear the way my breath still feels a little shaky every time the thought hits that I’ve spent another day without you. Sometimes I think I’m just lonely and sometimes I want to scream because I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way that I loved you. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to. I’d want to tell you that I’m sorry that we made so many promises to each other in the light when we never knew if we could make it through the dark. I guess we couldn’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry everything fell apart and I’m sorry that it blindsided me so much that I couldn’t see the idea of us lasting but God, I was so scared. You were everything to me and I didn’t know how to handle loving someone so much that every morning felt like a sigh of relief from the loneliness the days used to be. I really tried to give you the world, but it turns out I didn’t even have any skies to give after you stole my heart. Turns out I didn’t even need to give you anything spinning on an axis, because she gave you a whole universe. I was so sure that you were mine, so sure that I had you and that it was stuck in the concrete and flattened to the permanence of the sidewalk. I was so sure that I never even considered how wrapped around you I was, or how easily you had me sitting in your palm. It never occurred to me that you’d need somebody else’s love, because I was so sure mine was enough to fill the weight of my heart against your sleeve. I think a lot about the things I’d tell you if I saw you now, but I don’t think I’d get a word in edge wise over the sound of my heart cracking all over again. I’ve never been good at letting go of things, but I swear it would’ve been easier to rip my own heart out than see you love her the way I loved you.

Some things you can’t say to anyone but your bedroom ceiling (via veincold)