Darling, you'll be okay.
1hey:

I keep writing about you. they tell me my words are beautiful. I don’t know why. maybe because they’re written for you, you’re beautiful. but what they don’t know, what you don’t know. is that I stare at this blank fucking paper; and all I feel is rage, anger and frustration. because I write down these things  and it never comes close to what I feel. but if actions could be translated to words, I would write me shouting in my fucking car. because your favorite song came up on my god damned pandora station again. I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water burns my skin as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you. and then I would write me shutting off the water in total defeat. because I realize I never even had you. I would write how a fire starts in my chest whenever I see a picture of you and her. I’ve never envied a stranger so much before.  and I would write how my eyes burn  as I continue to stare at the god damn ceiling at 3 AM missing you. being up that late was only fun when you were around.I wish you were still around…I don’t even know how to fucking end this. there’s no poetic way to say I feel like fucking shit.

1hey:

I keep writing about you.
they tell me my words are beautiful.
I don’t know why.
maybe because they’re written for you,
you’re beautiful.
but what they don’t know,
what you don’t know.
is that I stare at this blank fucking paper;
and all I feel is rage,
anger and frustration.
because I write down these things
and it never comes close to what I feel.
but if actions could be translated to words,
I would write me shouting in my fucking car.
because your favorite song came up on my god damned pandora station again.
I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water burns my skin
as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you.
and then I would write me shutting off the water
in total defeat.
because I realize I never even had you.
I would write how a fire starts in my chest
whenever I see a picture of you and her.
I’ve never envied a stranger so much before.
and I would write how my eyes burn
as I continue to stare at the god damn ceiling at 3 AM missing you.
being up that late was only fun when you were around.


I wish you were still around…

I don’t even know how to fucking end this.
there’s no poetic way to say I feel like fucking shit.

diisknown:

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apassingstorm:

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su-i-cid-e:

5weetsorrow:

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su-i-cid-e:

5weetsorrow:

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vnloved:

I know smoking isn’t very healthy or whatever and people get so mad when you say it’s attractive but there’s just something about the connotation behind smoking that makes it nice, the way a person seems so at ease when they smoke makes it so attractive. The positive connotation that the persons a free spirit or a rebel or anything really, but i feel like the main idea is a sense of individuality. I love watching people smoke and do tricks like they’re in their own little world because they kinda are. That’s sorta stupid, but whatever.

vnloved:

I know smoking isn’t very healthy or whatever and people get so mad when you say it’s attractive but there’s just something about the connotation behind smoking that makes it nice, the way a person seems so at ease when they smoke makes it so attractive. The positive connotation that the persons a free spirit or a rebel or anything really, but i feel like the main idea is a sense of individuality. I love watching people smoke and do tricks like they’re in their own little world because they kinda are. That’s sorta stupid, but whatever.

fortiituude:

i’m sorry i get sad a lot but my heart is so sore and my bones are aching and i’m not sure who i am anymore all i know is your soul has entered mine and you are a part of me but i am not a part of you

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡