Black souls

thirteen fourteen fifteen more- let's destroy what we adore.

[moonblacckkk]

[moonblacckkk]

it's so tempting to relapse again, to hurt and just become her again

[konoko]

[moonblacckkk]

My whole life has been a lesson of independence and detachment and yet i am the most loving emotional person i know.

i would still sit here around waiting for love, although love has done me wrong, i would wait for that long lasting friendship although they seem to disappear into thin air, i would aid, fix my heart to love again while it still bleeds.

[moonblacckkk]

i will always believe that if someone wants to, they will, because when i wanted to i did.

i showed up even when I was drained and tired, i made time even on my busiest days, and i chose effort instead of excuses. So now, when someone says they care but does nothing i already know the answer.

Because I believe in actions, not words. Wanting is loud, trying is visible, and real love never makes you feel unsure, confused, or like you are too much or asking for too much.

[titansaresexy]

Not big on love anymore. But, Oh man, you should've seen me when I was...

[moonblacckkk]

maybe one day<3

[moonblacckkk]

[moonblacckkk]

let it be

[shisasan]

—and although I’m very tired, I’m writing to you,

17 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[sophie-poetry]

But how could you say all those beautiful things when you knew how desperately I had waited to hear them? How could you hold my heart when it was the most honest thing I had to give and still let it break? How could you know my fears, my thoughts, my laughter, the quiet parts of me that I never showed anyone else and still treat me like I was something you could simply walk away from?

Mine.

[thoughtkick]

“Be the love you never received.”

— Rune Cazuli

[quotefeeling]

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

— Unknown

[moonblacckkk]

who knew something so small, would make me relapse

[moonblacckkk]

I have come to realize that I possess a depth no one else can replicate. No one sees the world through my eyes or carries the weight of it the way I do. No one feels quite as I feel.

I can stand in quiet awe of life, of people, of the fragile beauty woven into ordinary moments, and in the same breath despise it all. I can be both the sunshine and the storm, tenderness and ruin, hope and disillusionment.

Perhaps that is why I keep yearning for someone who can meet me there. Someone willing to descend into the parts of me that even I struggle to name. Someone who doesn't merely hear my words, but understands the language they were born from. Someone who can unravel me without trying to remake me.

[blueegrief]

Everything I love, I know I'll lose. Everybody leaves, they always do.

—Isabel LaRosa, Claw Marks

[paper-wounds]

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