Oooh that urge to run away and never speak to a soul again
the urge to just lay down and let time pass you by forever. it’s called clinical depression
“If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so. Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.”
— marcandangel
“My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without being one. More opportunities will present themselves. You will find hope again.”
— R.V.
“Forgive yourself for the blindness that put you in the path of those who betrayed you. Sometimes a good heart doesn’t see the bad.”
— Unknown
“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”
— Maxwell Diawuoh
it's not fair that i'm thinking of you, and you probably havent even thought of me at all.
“I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.”
— D.D. Barant
“Never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter.”
— Samuel J. Hurwitt
“Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.”
— Haruki Murakami
“Perhaps the problem is not the intensity of your love but the quality of the people you are loving.”
— Warsan Shire
“There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.”
— Unknown
“Do you want to be happy? Let go of what’s gone, be grateful for what remains, and look forward to what is coming.”
— Unknown
It's that time of the year // ma.c.a
I’m bitter because I’m still in pain // What I want to say {m.a}
abandoned bridges
i think about the friends that simply drifted too far, a love forever trapped in scents and photographs. there’s a romantic kind of melancholy in the way my hands run over the shapes of their names. it reminds me of the city i grew up in but don’t live in anymore— the streets, the landmarks, the houses that all look the same but no longer feel the same (because these things are as continually altered by time as we are). i miss them sometimes but the feeling doesn’t endure as much as i think i want it to. it was over the day we promised to see each other again.
"I always fall a little in love with everyone I meet," she said, a lazy half smile making its way to her lips. "How can you not fall in love while excavating souls and digging into hearts? How could anyone remain untouched? I fall a little in love with their humanness, a little in love with their scars, a little in love with their vulnerability. A few questions in, and I'm sinking into their story, falling in love with the lead."
“I woke up today and realized that what we had is dead.”
— Unknown, Real Friends - I Don’t Love You Anymore







