#aching heart

[velvetineshadow]

𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢

[rubiescorazon]

Relapse isn't Failure

relapse doesn’t have to be a confession or proof you didn’t try hard enough, it can just be a quiet moment of honesty with yourself, a reminder that you’re still moving forward even if the steps are messy. it’s not a lie, it’s not weakness, it’s part of recovery being human, and choosing to keep going, to ask for patience or support, and to care for yourself anyway, is what really matters.

[mydarkawaits]

What does happiness even feel like?

[theweightofdivinity]

Worlds apart, you haunt the chambers where my secrets dwell. Melancholy burns, yet softens in turn. In our otherworlds, for you I yearn, my forever girl, my timeless twirl.

[grayskygirls]

Do You Miss Her Yet?

My mind can’t help but worry why you’ve been

silent this weekend.

Why you didn’t want to see me, when I asked you

to date me or come home.

Do you miss her yet?

Do you miss your inside jokes with her?

The way you both laughed at things I would never understand?

Do you miss the electricity she ignited through your veins?

Was I ever a spark, or just the outlet you grounded yourself in?

Do you miss the love-bomb texts that made your phone light up like fireworks?

The 81 missed calls in four hours

Was that chaos comforting, somehow?

Did it make you feel wanted? 

Do you miss her blonde hair?

Her thin body?

Her wild smile that didn’t carry the weight of the

life we built or the debt were in? 

Do you miss the sex talk?

Do you miss the way she made you feel reckless?

Do you miss talking about being hopelessly lost together? 

Will the ocean always remind you of her now?



I wonder if you ache for her in the quiet.

I wonder if being back with me feels like settling

into stillness after a storm you secretly crave.

Is it hard for you now, not having that chaos?

Is it hard to be with someone who sees you instead of devours you?

Will I ever be enough to fill the void she left behind?

Or am I just the safe place you retreat to when the fire burns too hot?

Because some days,

I can’t tell

if you’re trying to love me,

or just trying to forget her.

[the-soft-scholar]

i miss things i cannot name. faces that blur at the edges moments that never happened versions of myself i have not met yet.

longing is a quiet ache the kind that sits behind the ribs and whispers stories of what could be.

some nights it feels like the ocean rising and falling inside me pulled by a moon i cannot see.

i do not know what i am reaching for only that something in me keeps stretching toward the light even when i am not sure it is there.

maybe longing is just love waiting for a place to land.

[bithie]

I keep many things stored in my heart

That’s why my heart is so heavy

I know very well who I am,

His fear is my fear

His anger is my anger

His love is my love

His blood is my blood

The only way to save us is through divine intervention.

[soggycigarettesworld]

not my usual post but clairo and mac demarc lwk making me cry