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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)
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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home
im feeling that same way i did when i was 14, i don’t remember the exact day i tried to kill myself but i remember feeling so sad months before it happened. i remember trying to hint to my friends or my family that i was dying. i remember wanting to live, because i do want to live. but at what cost? i want to really LIVE, not just be here. i am so completely alone and everyone acts like they’d be so sad without me but i think everyone is better off. i don’t know how much fight i have left but i want everyone to know that i wanted to live and be loved. i tried. no one ever liked me, not even my mom or dad. i am always the burden. i don’t know if i have ever even been truly loved. idk just thoughts.
“One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.”
— (via youwillgetbetterrr)
When I die please don’t cry because I never really lived.
“And when someone tries to hold you at night when you can’t seem to stop yourself from shaking because you’ve been crying again i hope to god you let them And when you’re walking side by side with the person who makes you smile more than you had in the past month and they reach over to grab your hand i hope you don’t flinch and try to pull away And when you’re laughing head tilted back and lips apart because they said something funny i hope you don’t try to cover your mouth And when you’re looking at them and you feel safe something you haven’t felt in awhile i hope you don’t push away because loving someone again terrifies you and you’re afraid but please, if someone is looking at you like you put the stars in their sky stay please stay”
— A.M.// it’s okay to love again (via tullipsink)
i think it’s impossible for me to get over any person i ever loved. i will always love them.
“I don’t know if you’re really there; if you’re still you; but I love you.”
— Rafael Castillo Zapata (via ohteenscanrelate)
“somedays, i will implode on myself. i will quietly shut down, no tears, no shouts, no alarms. i will be too cold, too distant—untouchable and unreachable. don’t panic. somedays, i will implode on myself. it won’t be your fault. let me recover, softly and slowly. hold me when i remember how to feel again. somedays, i will be reckless. i will be wild and unstoppable. i will jump off cliffs and taste like cigarettes and smell like booze. i will forget you and i will forget me and i will smile. i will smile, until it hurts and i will cry because it won’t be enough. somedays, i will be reckless. it won’t be your fault. wait until i am sober before you berate me, but know that it won’t be the last time. somedays, i will explode on you. suddenly, suddenly and all at once, i will yell and rage and hate. i will tear you apart with my words and i will not stop, even when you cry. know that i am sorry. it won’t be your fault. i could never hate you. all those words are meant for me, not you. let me remind you that you are too good for me. somedays, i will explode on you. let me apologize. somedays, i will be gentle. i will take you to museums and coffee shops and the world will feel bright and whole. i will make eggs and toast and dance in the kitchen with you. i will tell you about my favorite memories and you will think this is, this is how it is meant to be. it will end. it won’t be your fault. somedays, i will be gentle. remember that i am not always whole, remember the good comes with the bad. most days, i will be hard to love. it won’t be your fault. i will not blame you when you leave.”
— just-useless-things
“You know change is coming, you know you can’t stop it. You tell yourself everything will be allright, even though you know it won’t. Change finally comes and your world is torn apart. For months you act like everything’s allright. Surprisingly, everyone believes you. One day he appears again… he’s in love. You can’t show any discomfort, you knew. You don’t see him again but you continue to write to him. He will never read it. Change comes again. It doesn’t bring him back, it takes you out. Months pass, you still cry when you remember him. Change turns out to be the best. A year goes by since that first kiss… you don’t miss him anymore. So much change in one year. So many lessons learned. Sooner or later, your heart forgets.”
— littlelesspsycholittlemorebeauty, writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year.
stop missing people you shouldn’t.
Stop Missing People You Shouldn’t.
STOP MISSING PEOPLE YOU SHOULDN’T.
i still think of you.
“When things go wrong, you’ll find they usually go on getting worse for some time; but when things start going right they often go on getting better and better.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew (via amargedom)