I’m watching my world crumble around me, and I’m so concentrated on clinging onto the pieces I have left.. That I’m not even trying to save the pieces that are falling. Now I’m just a handful of damaged pieces that no longer fit together.
If I were able to find the words, and put them all together into a beautiful stream of emotions.. I could be a good writer. But I have all these free flowing temperaments.. That don’t want to be limited to paper.
Why is it so easy for you to leave me behind..
Almost nothing about today has been good
Day by day I’m more and more feeling like myself again, feeling happy.. And not feeling guilty for being happy.. I’m in love with all the people i choose to surround myself with, and every night is one of the best nights of my life #thankful #finally
"I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds."
This memory has convinced itself to tear me apart, and it’s gonna succeed before long
"I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it."
"This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go."
"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."
I need motivation, desperately
I just wanna know you better..