I just don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about you, and I don’t know how to make it not hurt.
I feel like I should’ve figured out a way to keep myself from running these circles.

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I just don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about you, and I don’t know how to make it not hurt.
I feel like I should’ve figured out a way to keep myself from running these circles.
Miss you Frodo.
People who say Twitter is screaming into the void NEVER had Tumblr tbh
“Sunshine and rainbows“ by | Justin Wirtalla
“I can't be your midnight love.”
- girl in red, midnight love
“To be dissolved: the long nights, alone in dark clubs and alone in dark bars and alone in dark bedrooms, trying desperately to find light.”
- And I Do Not Forgive You by Amber Sparks
What if the only face of desire I recognize is loss?
— Lara Mimosa Montes
The hardest thing in the world is getting over old hurt when it’s already scarred over.
I’d like to sit down in a room with you one day and open up old wounds. Maybe then they’d heal properly.
i wish i would have dropped you the minute you told me to get over my best friend.
i miss him so much and it will never stop hurting.
he used to play the fucking guitar too.
everything about his memory hurts. i wish i could go back and tell him how much i was about to miss him.
yung pueblo, inward
you were not ready to love me
Alone.
As though we were looking down the barrel of a song.
“Ascent with Thrushes”, Strike / Slip by Don McKay
all I need to know: tell me everything just as it was from the beginning.
Margaret Atwood, The Circle Game
High Rock Lookout.
Mount Rainier, WA (Sept. 20, 2015)