grownasscaprisun

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[dumblr]

“Do you have any regrets?” 

“Just one. I tried to heal a broken person with love, hoping they'd become whole. But all I did was break myself in the process.”  

[rocknrollangelsblog]

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Things haunt, Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

[remanence-of-love]

[vexheart]

[thearmyofgrunge]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Sylvia Plath

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[resbily]

Its hard that you couldnt attend to the engangement of your two best friends. It was boring and only to fit in our cultural duties we all hated.

Its even harder, that you wont be at our wedding. You looked really good in that suit you wore at our graduation. I would have liked to see you both looking good side to side. Like brothers.

This year youve been gone for longer than you were present in my life. I dont think he would care but for him theres a lot of time left for hitting this mark.

We have talked about it for the first time since youre gone. It was a random moment. I think he always denied his feelings. I hope you can see how far he has come since then. I think you wouldve been proud of his healing.

Theres a trend where people leave an emoty chair for the lost ones on their wedding. But we dont want to make parents sadder. I think they will be extra sad on that day when they see us but not you. In the beginning it seemed calming for them to see your friends. It was like there is some of you left in us. But now it seems like its just reminding them of what could have been. We ate at their table without you a few times.

We miss you bro.

[just-a-lonely-nobody]

It's like when someone says, 'How are you?' Do you say, 'Well, my head hurts and I'm lonely and depressed and I'm worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil'? Or do you say, 'I'm fine'?

— Sara Shepard, The Visibles

[battling-my-demons]

What I’ve realized about hiding an unbearable amount of pain is that it makes you both the strongest and weakest person. Strong because you learn to cope with and handle all the suffering. Weak because it wears you down until all of you is broken.

[stay-close]

He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.

— Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits