awkward, shy.

Hii~ I’m Bree. 29. 🌈

[sweatermuppet]

oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*

[whimsical-daydream]

I miss her so goddamn much I think I’m going insane at this point. I hate what’s happened and wish nothing more than to just hold my baby, my Angel, again. She’ll forever be my universe, my forever and after. No matter what. And I hope she knows she can always come back home. 🥹

[whimsical-daydream]

Ready to kms. There’s no world I want to be in where we don’t exist. This has been nothing but pure hell. We went from holding each other in a loving embrace in the pool at a waterpark, locking eyes, kissing, smiling at each other and it feeling like there wasn’t a soul around, to no contact in such a short time. If she would just cancel her end of the DVP and show up at my doorstep, I’d run outside and pick her up so fast. I’d be sobbing. But, I’d be so overjoyed to see her. I’d kiss all over her face and then give her the longest kiss. I miss her smile. I miss the way her eyes would light up when she’d talk about the things she enjoyed doing. I miss her laugh. I miss her voice. I miss her hand in mine. I miss tucking her hair behind her ear. I miss kissing her forehead. I miss sitting with her while she showered. I miss helping her get dressed. I miss brushing her hair. I miss putting on her lil sockies. I miss cutting her toenails for her. I miss doing her laundry. I miss holding her against me while we slept. I miss watching her play Fallout. I miss our naps together. I miss our lil dates. I miss watching shows or movies together. I miss her cooking. I miss her lil nosey. I miss her eyebrows. I miss her smile. I miss our intimate moments. I miss literally every goddamn thing about this gorgeous woman and I can’t fucking take it anymore. I can’t do it. I genuinely CANNOT DO IT. All I do is cry. That’s all I’ve done since 10/13. Please just come home, my Angel. 😔🥹

[shisasan]

22 November, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[whimsical-daydream]

It’s national princess day and I’m without my princess. I feel like I’m dying every single day we are apart. I can’t take any more of this. I just want to hold her, to kiss her. My god I miss her. Life truly isn’t worth living without her in it. I hope we speak before long. I miss her voice. Her laugh. The lil crinkle above her nose. I miss her so goddamn much. I could go on and on and on. I want her in my arms for Christmas. I want everything to be okay again. I want home to feel like home again but there’s no home without her because she IS home.

[whimsical-daydream]

Please someone snap or dm me. I don’t have a single friend, no one. I just need a friend. 😔

Snap: sailss

[whimsical-daydream]

Well, if you’ve been watching this tumblr… it seems tonight is the night. Goodbye everyone. Maybe in another life I’ll get to be okay, or maybe even happy. Until then, I hope my sweet girl stays safe and keeps pushing through everything because she truly deserves the world. That’s all that matters to me. Her. I tried. I tried to hang on until the last second, I hope she knows that.

[whimsical-daydream]

today, I want to rip apart my body, scream and cry on the floor, yell from the rooftop. my cells fucking ache with longing for my best friend, my partner, my home. I feel so hollow. So empty. So depressed. “Listen before I go” has been on repeat today. I think I’ll be going soon. Very soon. If you need me, want to see me, better hurry, ‘cause I’m leaving soon.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[whimsical-daydream]

today’s our favorite holiday. it’s also the day we decided was my real birthday. i’m spending the entire day by myself. life feels so empty without you. i miss your hand in mine. i miss your smell. i miss my little spoon every night. i miss watching you play your game. i miss your laugh. i miss your cooking. i miss watching movies together. i miss your touch. i miss looking into your eyes before kissing you. i miss how your skin felt against my lips. i fucking miss you. it hurts so badly. i’ll wait here, i hope you know that. no one will ever take your place. i won’t be talking to other women. i won’t be entertaining them. i’ll be right here, taking care of myself and my mental health so that i can be the best version of myself “Breeto” there ever was and if you choose to ever speak to me again, i’ll be waiting for you. i hope you heal. i hope you find the help you need and flourish and get to do the things you love again. i still “adore” you. i love you endlessly. you’ll always be my baby, my best friend, my soulmate, my kitten, my forever and after. Happy Halloween, my love. 🎃

[probuccalfat]

[bbrothertedd]

[aidashakur]

I'm not easy to forget, replace, or come by, so be mindful.

[the-enchanted-little-star]

[thepumpkinqueen53]

[whimsical-daydream]

maybe in a year from now you’ll have gotten the help you need and everything will be okay and we’ll speak again. maybe we won’t. it’s all up to fate, god, the universe. you’ll always be my forever and after. I’ll forever crave your presence in my life, my heart, my soul, to just exist with you. i’ll miss you dearly for the next 365 days. please take this time to heal. i’ll be doing the same. i still love you…i hope you know that. goodbye, my angel, my sweet girl, my love, daddy’s baby, and most of all, my wife. if we never speak again, i know we will meet in another life and that’s comforting enough for now. i have cried constantly for the past 16 days, lost 15lbs, and am trying hard to just exist in this space without you in it.

[whimsical-daydream]

and i sit waiting like a dog at the door waiting for the arrival of their favorite person to come back home again, but you’ve forgotten you ever called me that, and i’m falling apart more and more every day.