A state of melancholy

20, support worker, student, the L in LGBT, taken. -

[glorydazed]

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. They say the eyes are windows to the soul and I fear my house is empty.

(via glorydazed)

[wildflahur]

it’s all just a game we’re only kids having our fun but what about the aftermath? when all the damage is already done? when the fear of catching feelings and getting close to love triggers instinctual fight or flight, and the smart ones always run but being cursed with a good heart causes the process to become messed up how could something so pure manage something so evil like that how could you make someone fall in love with you to then just abandon them and to take it all back such a connection is rare and wasting it by ignoring that fact would make you extremely foolish but still, I understood you and all the reasons why you do the things you do you took it for granted though so perhaps the sayings true maybe we don’t know what we have until it’s gone, you were my exception and the truth is that you knew it you knew exactly what you had you just never thought you’d lose it

paradoxical (via wildflahur)

[theliteraryjournals]

In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)

[mercury]

[finehoney]

[tylerphenes]

[birdasaurus]

Cecy Young

[1000drawings]

[fannylikes]

[substatic-deactivated20160505]

[latelycravingmore]

I care. I care a lot. I have a big heart and I can’t control my emotions or stop them. So the moment I stop caring is the second you’ll know how much you really fucked up.

EY (via latelycravingmore)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I am on the hunt for who I have not yet become.

Sarah Bareilles (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[j-e-i-chan]

[silkcigarette]

[themindbehindthelense]

Your words were the thin thread of suture that closed my wounds. They were the stitches that literally held me together, that stopped me from bleeding out. They closed a gash that ran deep into my heart and into my soul, And they brought me to safety, leaving behind nothing but a scar of what could have been death. Your laugh was the yarn that I wove into a scarf, The warm protection from the cold realities of the world. It enveloped my entirety and carried me away from my troubles. It made me feel safe and at home, Loved and fearless. Your eyes were the weak fabric of my dress. They were beautiful, captivating, and called to me as a siren sings to a lost sailor. I fell in love with them, And they knitted the trust that I had in you. And then that trust was ripped apart, Tearing at every seam of my soul and destroying whatever kind of beauty I had previously seen in them. Maybe if I had been more careful, Maybe if I hadn’t let you sew my entire being together, Maybe if I had just bled out that pain rather than let you patch my torn pieces back together, Then I wouldn’t be left with so many frayed ends. You were the rope that formed the noose of our love. Your betrayal, Your treachery, Your lust for the broken, Is the knot that formed our end. Your desire to fix me, To mend my wounds and to tie up the loose ends, And then your lack of interest once you had finally succeeded in doing so, Was what kicked the chair from beneath the feet of our love- Of our screwed up story. But I refuse to hang by the neck when it was your actions that got me there in the first place. Our love is dead, and I am unashamed. I no longer need you to sew me back up when I get hurt. I am now the seamstress of my own work of art, And you? You are nothing but a broken needle that gave out when things got too hard for you to handle.

Insomniac’s Journal (via themindbehindthelense)

[clearthroat]

[thesadghostclub]