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they saved each other I just can’t prove it
Me because it’s finally October ౨ৎ ⋆。˚
I see god in the gap between the wheel and the window
Something about the passengers seat is akin to a confessional
If the truths that spill from my lips in those moments are of any similarity to those in Gods houses then maybe I am envious of those who belive.
The worst part isn't just carrying the pain, it's not being able to explain it. You can never truly tell anyone what's going on inside you. And what hurts even more is that when you somehow try to open up to explain why you're this way, why you're bleeding on the inside... the words betray you. You stumble, you choke on the weight, and somehow, you end up feeling even more misunderstood, even more alone, even more shattered.
I wish I could be normal about affection but my love language is merging souls.
If humans are warm blooded why do I feel so cold
Why does the dripping make me shiver instead of sweat
Why does the pain feel more like a comfort than a hug ever did
I love you, but you don’t understand me.
I’m a real poet.
My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy.
I feel like I’ve spent all my life telling myself ‘ill grow out of it’
Im too weird
I’m too sensitive
I never say what I mean
I’m too scared
I’m too young
But I’m not young for much longer
And I don’t know how long I can keep telling myself ‘ill grow out of it’
Lonely
I feel like I miss everyone I have ever met yet no one has ever thought of me if I wasn’t standing infront of them
i know i forgave you at the time, but i will never, ever forget what you said.
one day, i will be able to look at you without getting a crushing feeling in my chest.
I feel like I don’t know how to breathe without the weight crushing down on my chest