The Deets.

To put simply, the unspoken details of my life.

[peacherini]

Can I feel when I’m touched?

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[peacherini]

She drew a door

into your labyrinth with a piece of chalk, worn down by so many tries of wanting to stay just a little longer

You said "don't go," pulling on the string of her sweater come loose, knowing you were to be her undoing

The door starts to disappear when she tells you she loves you and you tell her you don't know what love is

[70sscifiart]

Dean Ellis

[papertowels-blog]

[basdos]

[70sscifiart]

Hajime Sorayama

[peacherini]

not gonna lie—

seeing that one of your exes got married with no prerequisite to prep you for thoughts is pretty f'in weird but when you realize your old self hoped the pain of being lied to and cheated on was worth a lasting relationship, albeit a product of infidelity, you just say cheers. cheers.

[indieteen]

[cavetocanvas]

[peacherini]

December, as it were

a sequence of events replayed, a haunting you just can’t seem to shake. December -- the small of a story you had to read and read again because you couldn’t quite understand where it ended and began. He said, catching his breath calling after you, every sound heightened so and slow, declaring each step on the stairs defiantly, to where he last saw you broken by his doing, “Drive safely.” 

“I know this doesn’t make very much sense right now.” He said this as if it ever will, tears in his eyes. There is a me without you, you must know, I found her a long time ago, so no, I’m not lost, but I did lose. The loss to bear, for me to witness, for him to never realize. December of last, a great tragedy.

[rosiitea]

Cats & flowers

[timbllr]

[lovely-kittens-blog-blog]

[sleepin]

I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you, I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.

Rupi Kaur (via avouer)

[abduction]

[linxspiration]

[ultragoodvoyeur-deactivated2018]

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