Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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i miss you, and i don’t know how to convince myself that you’re never coming back.
heart wants what it wants - a.m (via ashleymacleanblog)
Burden
I’ve missed you Every day since It all ended— I count stars To keep time, And clouds Catch my tears, Sadness envelopes me Like a lost love letter Waiting to be sent,
I hug myself In an attempt To feel Contentment And hope That my arms Are strong enough To keep my heart From falling out,
When people ask me How I’m doing I smile Because it’s my burden— No one knows That you’re hurting, Unless you tell them.
-C.A.
100% :*
I wish you still meant this, but you don’t even care about me anymore.
What do I want? I want you to talk about normal things. No I don’t. I want you to look me in the eye and say, I know you’re dying.
Margaret Atwood, from Good Bones and Simple Murders; “Death Scenes,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
We had so far left to go.
Mira Grant, from Parasite (via the-final-sentence)
Tomorrow
It’s hard to get out Of bed this morning And I’ll blame it On the cold weather No, I won’t admit that I still sleep with your memory And wake with your loss— No, I won’t admit That depression still bites at me Like a starved animal Pulling the skin from my body In a desperate attempt To feel something Other than the pain Of waking up feeling like this— No, I won’t admit That I still give in too often, Believing the venomous voice inside That screams this is all my fault And I belong in my misery—
No, I won’t admit That you’re the reason It’s hard to get out Of bed this morning, So I’ll allow myself One more day To hide behind blankets And sheets As I whisper promises To empty pillows And hollow dreams That I’ll try harder
Tomorrow.
-C.A.
accept, adapt, move on
Someone’s opinion of you…
Do you still…
If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
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