[missinyouiskillingme]

“Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.”

— I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.

[permeate]

[twisted-w0rds-deactivated202411]

[yourmissedconnection]

[nocturnalpains]

[m-o-r-s-deactivated20120414]

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 12. Her face shone with so much intelligence that I found myself looking excitedly at her for several minutes. Something moved me when I looked at her. END ID]

[thoughtkick]

“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

[metamorphesque]

― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

[text ID: I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.]

[thoughtkick]

Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.

Winston Churchill (via thoughtkick)

[virgin-suicide-s]

[sleepin]

[masterxdanx]

[poetry-siir]

[missinyouiskillingme]

“I don’t know, when I’m with you I just, I never know what’s going to happen next. It’s weird, because my life is so planned out. It’s like you don’t care what people think… and when I’m with you… I don’t care what people think.”

—

[trilllions]

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ID: July 4. What are you? I am miserable. END ID]