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The Disaster.

@grungetypical

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“i am tired and uninspired. i am used batteries. i am talentless and stale. i am a book that’s been read and now sits on the shelf. i am a broken guitar string. i am useless. i am invisible. everyday i feel like i’m at war with the world. some days i feel like i’m standing on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs, “look at me, please look at me.” if loneliness ever needed a definition, it’d be me. i see countless faces everyday but do they see me? i am alone. i am invisible.”

— dandelion hands

It’s gonna hurt. Fuck, it’s gonna hurt like hell. When you give everything you have to someone, and it’s still not enough, it’s going to rip you apart inside. Then it’ll slowly start to get better. You’ll think about things other than them. You’ll find ways to occupy your mind. Some days you’ll still wake up wanting to call them just to say good morning. You’ll still spend some days crying and listening to sad songs that remind you of them. You’ll fall asleep crying because it doesn’t feel right without them there. That’s okay. It’s okay that it hurts. But it’s okay for it to get better, too. It’s okay to let yourself heal. It’s okay to go get drunk in hopes that you’ll get them off your mind, but it’s okay to dance around your room in your underwear because you feel actually happy, too. Life isn’t going to stop. I know right now it feels like the world has stopped turning, but it hasn’t. You’ll make new friends and meet new people. Eventually, you’ll stop thinking about them altogether. And you might remember them forever. They might have a small part of you forever. But you’ll change. You’ll grow. And one day you might even wonder why you loved them, because you recognize that you didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. It’s okay to be okay.

this really speaks to me (via seeing-rouge)

Someone: wow you're really mature for your age
Me: thanks, it's the childhood of abuse and neglect that forced me to grow up and learn how to care for myself and protect myself long before a child should have had to
Nine hours ago, I was curled into a ball, repeating your name, asking why it felt wrong rolling off my tongue. Twelve months ago, I was whispering you good night on the phone, praying for the day you could sleep next to me. Thirteen years ago, I never would have believed heart break hurts this bad. It shouldn’t hurt this bad.

12/19/13 (via lovebatmanswifey)