Professional dreamer

Never let it be said that to dream is a waist of one's time, for dreams are our realities in waiting. In dreams, we plant the seeds of our future.

[4am-reflections]

no one talks about when you have to breakup with someone you still love. is it because it’s uncommon or because it’s something that you’re supposed to conceal? it’s not a normal ending, you sit there breaking someone’s heart while simultaneously breaking your own even though you know it’s for the best. when it’s over where does that love go, because all i feel is it sitting next to the guilt- i can’t believe i hurt them, why didn’t i just give it a little longer, this is my fault. and the regret- what if it was the wrong choice, maybe we could have fixed it, i want them back. but you know things weren’t working, you know love isn’t always enough.

4am

[londonfromparis]

“If I’m being honest with myself, I still love you so much. It feels like I’m just going through the motions now, trying to figure things out. I know we didn’t work - and we still won’t. We can’t change that - but what am I supposed to do with all of this love? How do you make it stop? You don’t just wake up one morning and stop loving somebody.”

— If you’re reading this, I love you. // 10.1.21

[camtrouvaille]

You know how when you wear the same piece of jelwery every single day, it slowly becomes a part of you. But then when you take it off you see how often you mindlessly twisted the ring or pulled at the necklace, you realize how reassuring it was, well that is what losing you felt like. It is like you were always there until you were not and I am constantly reminded of it when I roll to your side of the bed and it is cold after years of being warm.

-C.C.

[ninasdrafts]

“I wonder when exactly it happened. When the cracks in the foundation turned into something we could no longer bridge with words or actions. When we started doing the bare minimum for each other and felt like it was enough. It was kind of validating, wasn’t it? Liberating, in a way. The occasional checking in, the questions that were asked without any real intentions behind them. The guilt that was lifted off our shoulders every time we decided to swallow our pride. How are you? Fine. What have you been up to? Not much, you? How’s work? Okay. We didn’t ask because we cared, not for the past months. We were following routines, a play, a dance we knew every step to. Both of us ignoring the truth we’d understood a while ago: we’re not what we used to be and we will never be that to each other again. And at some point, we just stopped asking altogether. The more I think about it, the more I figure out that the breaking was no fixed point in time, but a process. There was no argument. No falling out - only the slow and painful realisation that I‘d been wrapping my fingers around something that was long gone. A shadow. A memory. A ghost. I know what I would answer if you reached out to me again. How are you? Kind of sad. What have you been up to? Missing you and everything we used to be - what can we do to find our way back to each other? But you don’t ask. And I don’t ask, either.”

— radio silence / n.j.

[iamnotatherapist]

Nothing is worse than regret, all the words left unsaid. Repeating in your head, over and over again.

[concealthefeelings]

“Despite it all, I still believe the fragments of our souls were molded of the same star”

— nothing collapses your lungs more than watching your soulmate let go. 

[thornsinthesoull]

[goldenangelll]

i have always been too much for someone or not enough. i’m either too loud or not loud enough. i am a walking contradiction. a full glass or an empty one. there is no balance in me. tell me, what made you leave? my devastating fire or my lack of heat?

- l.r // i am never half empty

[wecopewithourptsdwithmemes]

[wecopewithourptsdwithmemes]

[nothing-but-a-depressed-teen]

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[playitfaithful]

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[melindacarolinee]

[f0rever-w0rthless]

People always say how selfish suicide is, but is it really any more selfish than expecting somebody to stay around so you don’t have to deal with the pain of losing them? You are asking somebody to fight a horrible battle with their own mind every second of every day. Not to mention the fact that when somebody is in the state of being so depressed that they want to end their life, they aren’t thinking about the people they will hurt. They are thinking about how much better off those people will be. Or about how badly they want the pain and suffering to end for themselves.

[valentina-poem]

[weighted-hearts]