I’m sorry about digging up old graves. we had laid it to rest and put flowers on as the time passed and still I bring a shovel. a year and a half later and I am still searching. i don’t know what that says about me but it brings some sort of ache to my chest. some sort of ending.
it’s okay and it’s not because you’re not supposed to go searching when you have someone at home. when you have someone waiting up for you. but it’s like there’s been a missing persons poster up in my room for years and suddenly you call and I am 15 again and I am lost at the idea of love. lost at the idea of you.
but this was dead. i don’t know why I thought it wasn’t. i don’t know what I was looking for.
Modern heartbreak is “read at 9:13 p.m.” when it’s 9:40. it’s unliked photos, it’s blocking and unblocking and blocking and unblocking. modern heartbreak is sick with being watched, it’s breakups playing out on twitter feeds, it’s unfollowed unfollowed unfollowed. it’s a broken jaw, it’s screenshotted photos that shouldn’t have been saved, it’s screenshotted texts meant for one person only. it’s seeing your ex lover with their new one, watching their lives playing out like yours didn’t, it’s phones thrown into bedroom walls when their profile changes from single to in a relationship. it’s snapchat stories to make that one person jealous because it feels like without them you’re nothing, it’s that one story expiring before they see it because they don’t give a fuck about you now and you know it, it’s deleting their contact info but wanting it tattooed on the back of your hand in case you ever want to call, it’s messy it’s messy it’s messy it’s so fucking messy because everyone fucking sees it and it never goes away.
Jenny Holzer, MoMA.
“Holding on to you, I let go of all. When you let go of us, I had none to hold on to. You were worth all, but I didn’t deserve none.”
— (via wnq-writers)
Horacio Jones (via perrfectly)
you goat a friend in me
Tim Urban, Wait But Why - How to Pick Your Life Partner (via thelovejournals)
wordsbyt (via wnq-writers)
Iain S. Thomas (via perrfectly)


