malinnapea, south-east melbourne Instagram: @malinnapea | var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5564424"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); “my sadness is not a cut for you to bandage and it is not a bruise for you to kiss i am not waiting for you to save me i am hoping you will love me while i rescue myself”
Somedays, missing you is like still water in a pond, only interrupted by little wrinkles of longing. Other times, it's like a bullet hole in my chest. Bleeding and bleeding. No one else sees. So I just keep on going without a word.
I loved you in ways you’ll never understand. In the way I remembered your favorite songs, even when you forgot mine. In the way I stayed. Long after you didn’t ask me to.