[neurotickhaos]

I mean.

I gotta get over this somehow.

So here's two hoping I can keep myself off of social media and out of proximity long enough to get over this.

[dirtbaby2016]

[shower-thoughts-last-responder]

Good bitch, I'm glad none of your people have an ounce of loyalty to you

[evilkitten3]

does that suck, mark? is it not fun to have your privacy violated? do you feel uncomfortable with people knowing things about you that you'd rather they not know? tell me more about how much you value your security and privacy, mark.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

hipster cafes be like "we are proud to be a community establishment! 😊 think local!! 😇 everyone welcome!!! 🏳️‍🌈 restroom for customers only"

[dragon-in-a-fez]

damn the leftism sure is leaving some people's bodies in the notes

[romessence]

At least I have my cat.

[neurotickhaos]

My boys may be needy af, but at least I have my fur babies

[4mtns]

She was just like the moon: lonely and untouchable, yet romantic and shrouded in mystery.

[eyfay]

I'm really sorry for assuming that you really liked me and had genuine, strong feelings for me. It's just because you acted like you really liked me and had genuine, strong feelings for me, but my bad; that's totally on me. 

[deadliterarysociety]

in english we say: "I love you."

but in poetry we say: "I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything."

[what-iz-life]

Maturity is not seeking revenge. It's healing and moving on, so you don’t become like the people who traumatized you.

[gris-spatial]

∆

[weltenwellen]

Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Lullaby"

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.

[emotionalwords]

date someone who proves they really want you.

[neurotickhaos]

Just in my head

Hey you.

I keep scrolling and hoping I'll find you somewhere on here, but I know I won't. I've been in a few threads doing the same thing, but I know you're not here.

Pretty sure it's not your thing to lurk on Tumblr looking for my letters.

One can hope though, right?

I keep fighting the urge to reach out to you and it hurts to do so. I keep repeating the same thing on here, praying that maybe you are looking for my letters that I'll never have the nerve to send to you.

That you'll see how much I miss you and how this abrupt distance between us is wrecking my very being. I'm trying to handle this better, I've improved from where I was about a month ago. For the most part.

I'm not getting stoned every night, listening to Brakence, wallowing in the loneliness I feel not having you actively in my life currently.

The several times we spent together after everything began to spiral, feels like a weird dream. Like the small moments of you letting me be there for you, when you needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to about what was going on and how you were really doing, was something that didn't actually happen.

I care about you so fuxking much, it literally hurts my heart that we're not on speaking terms right now. And I'm not saying that to cause any form of guilt. My feelings are my own responsibility, not yours. I'm just being open about them, even if it's in a letter I'll never send you.

I miss you every day.

Even when I try not to, even when I keep insanely busy and try my damnedest to keep occupied with a million things in my life, those insanely beautiful eyes that I've caught staring at me mischievouly on occasion, and that I've had the opportunity to stare into tenderly at least once, haunt my conscience constantly.

Please let me know, send me a sign at some point that I can reach out to you again.

I told you that I loved and cared deeply for you that first night you asked me if we could talk, and I do.

But if that's too much, and I feel like it is, then I get it.

I can curb those heavy emotions if that's what you need of me. I can just be your friend, if you let me.

You're just insanely important to me, and I'm sorry for overstepping those boundaries and I'll try my best not to again if we can be friends again.

[dumblr]

My doctor says I'm lacking vitamin U.

[kosmogrl]

[heylsgowt]

[neurotickhaos]

I feel nauseous today when I think about how much I miss you. I don't know if it's because it's stressing me out trying my damnedest not to reach out because I know you won't answer.

Or because I have this slim bit of hope that you will and my brain will go blank and I won't know what to say cause my nerves will get the best of me.

I know that if you actually answer I'll say that I miss you, but I won't be able to elaborate how much, because I feel that will push you away.

I'll ask how you're doing and say that I hope you're doing better, because I truly do.

I might ask if I can see you for a bit, but you'll probably say no because you have the last couple times.

You might not even be here anymore...

But damnit all to hell.

I miss you so fuxking much and I wished you missed me the same.

[nyctophilia-35]