TTPD + Themes: Stages of Grief
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TTPD + Themes: Stages of Grief
— so long, london
"And you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it" will haunt me till the end of my days.
The way it is EXACTLY what this person told me, straight to my face, after he saw me cry for days. He was there when I was waking up in the middle of the night having nightmares about what he did to me while I was trying to forgive him and still found a way to feel betrayed for "how easy it was to abandon the relationship"
"my white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentmen"
I don’t want blankets . I want you wrapped around me .
so long, london - taylor swift
Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.
Nicola Cayless - 'Literary Sexts'
Do not fall in love with people like me.I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems, Caitlyn Siehl
A love language ✨
Taylor Jenkins Reid, Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
I’ve been so engulfed in nostalgia lately. I have such a yearning for certain periods and feelings from my past.
I miss words, and looks, and smells that remind me of time before the world fell apart. I miss the parts of me that I left with past loves. Parts that I’ll never get back meaning I will always been a bit incomplete.
I miss the whimsy that surrounded my heart and my mind so many years ago. The lightness of a life not yet marred with deep tragedy and heartbreak. The memory of still having hope.
I miss when people were more open about their feelings. I miss when we told each other we missed and loved one another. I miss the time before we started taking sides and drawing lines like enemy borders.
I miss when there was still a crack for the light to shine in.
“Make me immortal with a kiss.” ― Christopher Marlowe
me and the girls on april 19th
You appeared in a dream I had last night. Makes me wonder if you still occasionally dream about me too…
i support universal free healthcare for one simple reason: if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness you should quit your job. quitting your job is the correct response to terminal illness. but you can’t do that if your healthcare is tied to your job
listen if somebody knows that they will be dead in a years time, and you are forcing them to continue to come into work, that’s fucked up. terminally ill people should be able to quit their jobs and live their last few months to the fullest. i don’t get how that’s a controversial opinion