[quotefeeling]

“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”

— Unknown

[feelingsoftheday]

Can I sleep with a clear mind and heart for once? Just once?

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i hate how sensitive i am, i literally break my own heart

[not-cuidarnos-deactivated202312]

i want to take care of someone and fill them with hugs and kisses

[free-my-mindd]

Cut off any connection that hurts your heart.

[feelingsoftheday]

I need to be saved from my own thoughts.

[feelingsoftheday]

i care for you, always.

[dirty]

Don‘t stress over someone who won’t even text to see if you’re alright

[deathgasmic]

nobody really talks about this, but sometimes the process of healing hurts almost as much as the trauma you’re trying to heal from

[stricatul]

you wanna impress me? stay. i never had that before.

[dirty]

one day i wanna make you breakfast while you sit on the counter and tell me about your dreams

[missinyouiskillingme]

“However much you wanted someone to want you, there was nothing you could do to make it happen. Whatever you did for them, whatever you gave them, whatever you let them take, it could never be enough. Never enough to be sure. Never enough to satisfy them. Never enough to stop them walking away. Never enough to make them love you.”

Manna Francis

[blooodyrose]

Mein Herz hat gehofft und wieder verloren.

[htvpgenny]

Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding whether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.

[silvermoonwritings]

“And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.”

[breakuppoetry]

[heateron]

every time someone takes a photo of me and shows it to me it’s like. there’s no way i look like that i will kill myself