[lkaasblog]

“I fear that sometimes the only reason I hold on so tight is so no one else can; and not because I want to hold you”

[lkaasblog]

To be honest, I give up,

On us,

On my family,

On us,

On me…

I honestly don’t feel I can even try anymore.

And this is dangerous, because isn’t this what people do before they do the unthinkable?

I never thought you could accidentally push people away but I’ve realised I’ve probably done it subconsciously…

And when I hear the phrase in my head of ‘would everyone be better off without you?’… finally, in a sense, the answer is a genuine yes,

And that’s scary, because how do I begin to try to repair what I’ve broken when I’m in pieces scattered across the floor that everyone I’ve ever loved walks upon.

Maybe I really wasn’t meant for this world, and fact is, it is really not as poetic as I imagined.

[7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7]

i be like “i’m fine” then shake my leg 138mph

[yms1]

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

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“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow’.”

— Mary Anne Radmacher

[eliminated]

[lovehigher]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[lkaasblog]

The first time I received flowers and chocolates.

Original: @lkaasblog

[recaption]

[lkaasblog]

Sometimes you can find the missing piece of the puzzle you used to be and wonder why it doesn't fit

- accepting change

[deadwatered]

“HOW TO SURVIVE A HEARTBREAK SURVIVAL GUIDE:

You sit in front of the ocean, eyes glued to the horizon. You always hated the sand, but this time there was something so comforting about the way it tickled your skin. Day one, you find poetry in the way the waves wet the sand. Day two, you watch the sunset. Day three, you wonder if he was doing the same. You develop a coping system. Drink rum punch, cry. Sometimes a margarita, cry. Other times Flor de Caña, eat half your body weight, gain ten pounds. Drink whiskey, see, whiskey was the killer, tell everyone how much you want to die, gain another ten pounds. After all is done, a whole bottle of wine at a birthday party that isn’t even yours. Cry in the bathroom, fix your makeup, step out. Everyone tells you that they knew. You cry more about silence than over anything he ever said. You begin to blame yourself. You burn the polaroid of you two. You don’t look at anyone else. You couldn’t. You delete his number. You cry until you don’t. You fall out of love. He haunts you. You don’t cry when you hear that song anymore. You delete the text thread. You find yourself. You lose yourself until you find yourself again only this time come up with fuller hands.”

[pridefulsuggestion]

perhaps your love belongs with you, right now, and not someone else.

[lkaasblog]

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“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.”

— Saul Bass (via quotefeeling)

[lkaasblog]

[eviscerateddolls]