I swear to tell the truth, just not the whole truth // june 2022 ish
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I swear to tell the truth, just not the whole truth // june 2022 ish
you guys really just don’t check your fucking phones huh? you don’t give a fuck and a half about your notifications? you just carry it around with you everywhere but don’t actually go on it? maybe someone texted you. maybe you received an email. maybe you need to take your daily duolingo lesson. but no, you really just can’t be bothered. fuck you
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Personality: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Anxiety: I do
No post has ever described my life as accurately as this one
2018, please be my year. 2018, please make me smile. 2018, please make me strong. 2018, please be good to me. 2018, please be good to us.
T.W. (via the-perfect-aesthetic)
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
Nikita Gill, “93 Percent Stardust” (via wordsnquotes)
It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the sound of glass shattering and my mom drunkenly stumbling into my room face dripping crimson leaving the floor a vast sea of blood and it’s the nasty names falling from my father mouth and tears falling from my mothers eyes and the bruises littering her body and the blood, so much fucking blood. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the time my older sisters boyfriend broke up with her and she didn’t leave her room for six days because getting out of bed was just too much, she nearly went to the hospital on day six, I think he took her will to live with him when he left her. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the week my best friend spent at the mental hospital because her girlfriend fucked her ex. They think she was trying to end her life but I think she was trying to fill the hole in her heart with a bottle of prescription pills, I spent the next month watching her break her teeth on cheap liquor bottles and turning her body into a canvas with a twist, you see the paint was red and the canvas was her wrist. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that when the first boy I fell in love with told me he never loved me I chased two bottles of pills with some liquor and spent the night throwing up everything inside me but my love for him, a week later the “nice” lady at the mental hospital asked me why I wanted to die, I told her I didn’t want to die at all I just wanted to feel something other than the pain of him leaving. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that time I got a call from the ICU because my cousin was in a coma, the doctors told me they had to shock his heart to bring him back, when he was finally stable and could have visitors he told me she left him so he tied off his arm and shoved a needle into his veins because somehow that hurt less than the knife she shoved in his back when she left him. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that I do…
it’s not that i don’t love you /// trippyvibes1969 (inspired by extrasad)
with one glance, i knew she would never fall for someone like me.
her eyelashes reached for the sun and her freckles seem to provide a road map of all the worn down places of her skin.
her scars kept stardust from leaking and in this instance, she couldn’t keep the tears at bay.
it should be a crime for someone to look that beautiful while crying.
i wonder if she remembers me. the cliche ripped jeans that let people into the window of hurt i felt.
i could’ve grabbed her. i could’ve held her. i could’ve loved her.
but instead, i stood there and wrung my hands as i pretended that i didn’t hear the muffled sobs come from her throat.
i could’ve loved her. damn, i should’ve loved her.
someone i used to love once told me i was like the atlantic. but i don’t want to be the ocean, vast and unknowable. i want to be the waves. i want to learn how to break without falling apart.
a.c. | notes to self #11 | check out my chapbook UNMYTHOLOGIZE! (via inkmagician)
ALMOST (adverb); defined as “not quite; very nearly”
example:
-she almost picked me
-he almost came home
-they almost made it
-i was almost in love
so dear my almost lover, i am so sorry my dear. we almost happened. maybe in a different time. a different place. a different situation. maybe we could’ve done something to hit the mark. but we missed, barely. so we become an almost, a not quite, a very nearly.
do you have any idea how in love i am with you? you break me down until im nothing. you think me to be bulletproof, but im not. so you keep shooting. you shoot until i am nothing more than a mess of emotions and blood. but without a doubt, i would let you shoot me again if i meant i had your attention trained on me for that short moment.
i want to yell. i want to scream until my throat is raw and my lungs are close to collapsing. i want to cry until i have no more tears to streak my cheeks. and most importantly, i want to rip every piece of you out of me. i want to see the blood drip as i rip your kisses out from underneath my skin. i want to tear the memories out of my brain so i can finally get a night of sleep. and lastly, i want to destroy my heart because it still beats for you. i want to break down. actually, no. thats not strong enough. i want to fucking shatter. yet all i do is sit here, in the utter silence, trying to conjure the sounds of you snoring softly in your sleep, right next to me.
Human beings act very much like storms when there’s something to say. Very rarely in nature does a deluge catch you by complete surprise. There are the signs before - the sky darkening, the wind picking up, the air smelling like rain even before a drop has hit.
David Levithan, Six Earlier Days (via wordsnquotes)