Laurence Anyways (2012)
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Laurence Anyways (2012)
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I feel like you take a piece of me with you every time we see each other ever since that day. I struggle to understand what it is. It’s almost like ever since I told you that you have my heart, even though you don’t want it, you keep taking more and more of it. Out of where? I don’t know. I think I’m grieving. The other day I read that grief is the absence of love. Does this mean in reality, I’m taking the broken pieces of my heart back from you every time I see you? But if I’m getting my pieces back, why does it feel so empty each time? If the absence of love is grief, and grief causes emptiness, does that mean giving my heart to you made me full? Is that why people say the phrase “love completes you”? I’m not sure. I’m struggling to understand what’s happening. I’m usually pretty good at navigating my emotions but all these emotions surrounding you have me wondering, but in a calm way. I guess time will tell. Anyway, get home safe because I love you:) #love #grief #heartbreak #bestfriends
Falling For My Dear Friend
I think the worst part about falling for someone you consider a friend that’s close to your heart is the uncertainty of the friendship that comes along with it. If you are honest, you might end up losing the chaotic but loving play fights, and if you are not, you’ll keep looking at them out of the corner of your eyes praying that they won’t notice.
|Life in the forest|
Cottagecore but make it dark
Look I may be a terrible photographer but god do I love grass
I've accepted the fact no one really likes me. I'll keep talking to myself on here and pretend like I'm not on the verge of ending everything just for one fucking person to care. One person to tell me I matter, and mean it. One person who sticks with me. Oh well. I'll stick to watching everyone else interact and be happy, wishing someone wanted me the same way.
tell me—
what will it take
to convince you
that i could love you
and treat you right—
the way you should be
loved?
can we run away
for a few weeks?
what about months
or even years?
it’ll be worth your while,
i promise baby.
your tears would be collected
upon my shoulder
or on top of my breast.
when your anger becomes too
much to keep a lid on,
we will both scream together
in the night and then end it
by making sweet, love.
we’ll write love notes
and letters to one another
and hide them around the house
then read them next to each other.
rainy, stormy nights will be spent
with our naked bodies
intertwined like tree branches,
listening to heart beats
which brings us to a deep sleep.
fuck.
coldness stuck to my pale skin
in the early morning
like honey
birds chirped their songs
and sang all day long
the whole time,
you were laying next to her
instead of talking about life
next to me.
-where were you?
A friend of mine wrote his first "poem" today
I found it so funny xD
Vanilla I do it
Rough we have it
Commitment i got it
Love and attention you got it
22nd September//9.32pm
What good does it do to give up if you're already heartbroken?
Fox D.
I want to scream this out
Survival
Tears filled in my eyes
Not enough to pour out
Smile on my lips
Enough to fool you
“You never asked for a piece of my heart, but I gave it to you for free Then questioned why the only one who got hurt was me. I stuffed it in your pocket the first time you passed me by - Forcing you into a position for which you did not apply. But never had I ever seen a smile as special as yours And so I conflated halfhearted waves into something so much more, And finally you’ve come back to return your unwanted token; I dismantle my heart for pretty strangers then wonder why it’s so broken.”
-c.r.w.
I hate that this is true.