Your Girl, Mandy

Try and keep up. 🏳️‍🌈 Melbourne

[divenlydecayed-deactivated20260]

"you're so sweet!" thanks I'm obsessive and have abandonment issues

[sickfrr]

People don’t actually notice when you slowly pull away. They only notice when you’re gone, and even then it’s more about the inconvenience of your absence than the pain of losing you

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

whats it like to lock your fingers with someone you love

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[starlightacademia]

I think that's what happens when you've lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you.

— elsiewarrenswords (via wnq-writers)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

you’ve been granted one wish. what do you wish for?

i’d probably waste it on something stupid like wanting you in the exact way the universe keeps refusing to give me. like of course, i could wish for wealth, immortality, world peace but no…

let me gamble eternity on the sound of your laugh echoing in my chest. i’m pathetic, i know.

just you, sitting across from me, saying my name like it meant something. again… its embarrassing, i know. but that’s the only thing i’d ever beg for.

[hopelessvalentines]

“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

….

[cosmic-apocolypse]

The Cassandra Complex- webweave (a story on grief and the end of the world)

[livewrre]

[opossum-handz]

[litandlifequotes]

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person and angry, because their absence brings you misery.

Magic Bites by Ilona Andrews

[fairycosmos]

i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

[smokefalls]

I want to love and be loved. I want to find a way where I don’t hurt myself. I want to live a life where I say things are good more than things are bad. I want to keep failing and discovering new and better directions. I want to enjoy the tides of feeling in me as the rhythms of life. I want to be the kind of person who can walk inside the vast darkness and find the one fragment of sunlight I can linger in for a long time. Some day, I will.

Baek Sehee, I Want to Die But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki (translated by Anton Hur)

[inkskinned]

these days when you close your eyes, what else do you want but to be loved in a warm and permanent way. the open soft hand, the lowered voice, the blanket around your shoulders. you want to be loved like hot chocolate, like spring flowers, like dawn. you want to go to sleep protected and wake up fully rested. you want the wounds in you to matter, you want someone who is patient around your scars.

how greedy. these days when you look around, how many little ways are you assaulted by the notion that it's wrong to need others. individualism! capitalism! bootstraps! every time you try to language it, you need to cover up your desire into a carefully-worded soundbite: of course no single person can fulfill every need and we must invest in communities and i must be responsible for my own mental health and

but the yawning in you doesn't understand logic or sound or reason. it only sees sundays, only sees what you do-not-have, only sees the look others share and that you so desire. sick with dread at it, sick at how it makes you want, how you yearn in no direction.

no matter how many people you take with you to bed, no matter how many hands touch the tattoo you share with your sibling, no matter how many times you kneel with your knees bleeding. always, the ache that never stops chewing, the desperate sick loneliness that never quite abates. it never stops humming, i need i need i need. you burn your inner child for warmth and scatter the ashes into your morning coffee.

so you shut up and you load your life like shotgun shells and you try to make yourself whole in the way that others are whole. you let your father's words spill out of your mouth. you make a quick joke rather than tear your heart open. you sing into the mic and go home with stars in your eyes. your life is beautiful and you're lucky! you have everything a person can need!

but it would be nice, is the thing. to have a love that feels like peace.

[sweetpeachhtea]

Untitled painting by Daniel F. Gerhartz/ excerpts from 'Text me when you get home' by Kayleen Schaefer/ 'Hinds feet' by Daniel F. Gerhartz

[someonemorelikemyself]

true blue by boygenius / birds of a feather by billie eilish / i’m only me when I’m with you by taylor swift / for good by idina menzel and kristin chenoweth / feels like by gracie abrams / shade of yellow by griff / seamless by sabrina carpenter / seven by taylor swift / space between by dove cameron and sofia carson / i’ll be there for you by the rembrants

[stuckinapril]

I get that romance is probably mostly dead and it’ll take a lot to bring THAT back but. Can we please not kill friendship too. Can we please have patient & honest & loving & heartfelt friendships. Friendships that withstand miscommunication. Friendships that withstand the occasional fuckup. Not saying to tolerate toxicity, but there’s a difference between that and just being there for someone. I don’t want friendship to turn into something cold distant unforgiving commodified like I really want to think & feel & adhere to the faith that true earnest heartwarming ride or die friendships exist and we don’t have to forfeit that too

[nodevolucion2011]

i lost a close friend in a really irregular, frustrating way recently. i lost a friend.