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Paige Nichole
“I've stopped sleeping because I can't stand the crippling feeling of being alone.
At least, when I'm awake I can stop myself from thinking about you. (or at least numb myself from the idea of you)”
- R. N.
(4:57am)
I called it the aftermath The missing pieces, lost within an infinite domain, existing yet lost within itself. The depressing nights, alone in the dark, missing what seemed like our forever. The sleepless nights, crying beneath our- my sheets, still stained with your scent. The tasteless coffee, burning down the forest in my throat, watered with cheap shots of alcohol The vapid voices, entering my ears, and leaving just as fast. The hollow eyes, surrounded by the shadow of the moon, infiltrated with the dullness of the setting sun. My house no longer felt like my own. It felt like the remains of something that was used to be Ancient, old and forgotten. Remnants of a distant past. My heart was broken into a lot of colorful pieces. It seemed like the breath one would take before his last The beautiful goodbye The perfect parting of pain The last shudder that followed the halting of the rain It was the farewell that echoed through centuries, unend. I smile as I repeat to myself, Change is good. I called it the aftermath It was the pieces found in my own eyes, bits and pieces of happiness. It was the evenings alone, completely satisfied and curled up in my new sheets. The sleep-filled nights, lying on my bed because thinking of you no longer scared me. The bitter coffee tasted like bitter coffee; a pang of “good morning” to start my day. It was the enraged voices, in my head, silenced at last. It was the look in his eyes In them I saw the universe, the stars, and the world In them I saw no trace of you.
RN, The Aftermath (via wnq-writers)
I have given my everything to the boys before you, and they have treated me like a piece of paper. They threw me away and I thought you would too, but you also treated me like paper except, Â you wrote poetry and songs that reminded you of me.
R.N. (via wnq-writers)
“I saw tears in her eyes like I’ve never seen before, flowing like the ocean and I promised not to leave, never leave, never leave, But she left.”
I’ve been listening to this a lot lately, before I go to sleep and, whenever I feel like the world has turned it’s back on me again.
Logan Lerman (Charlie) reading the poem from Perks of Being a Wallflower. This is a deleted scene from the movie. (credit)
Tonight is one of those nights where jumping off a bridge seems like a good idea.
3:35am // 3/7/16
01/02/16
labong-labo na ako
help me find my way back
3/1/16 i’ve always fancied the idea of death how lonely i must be to want to be in your arms already the warm solitude of her arms i don’t want to be here i probably do not want to be there either what do i want? I force myself to hold this heavy thing . I feel my hand shaking, endlessly. “Do not fear.” And she cocks the gun.
It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; you just wake up one morning and you’re not as upset anymore.
Ten words story: may 2015 hold that morning for you. (via maisjetaime)
People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in—told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream and more. Remind each other of this.
Stacey Jean Speer - via m0re-adventurous (via perrfectly)
Come with me to places like this.
Where we’ll never know what we’ll find and where we’ll find things we never would have known.
- r.n.
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