a lonely writer

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you needed me, I would still drop everything I had to help you.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me you were ready to try again, I would be ready to try again.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you loved me, I would love you back.

I know that I will want you for the rest of my life, so I’m hoping that in fifty years from now when you knock on my door, it will only be because you misplaced the key.

—  I’ll want you forever. (via @sinfulessentials)

:for every writer on tumblr:

I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about things that make you happy rather than unhappy.
I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about love instead of heartbreak and people who chose to stay instead of leave.
I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you want to write about the feelings that make you feel alive right now rather than the feelings that make you feel dead.

—  tenth of march
I’m just trying, you know? Day by day, second by second, I’m trying to keep myself together.
—  🖤
it

you
yes you
the figure of self harm and hurt
my every thought channeled through you

you’re a tall dark figure
that’s broken just like me
but you’re destructive
and you destroy me

i see you at night
with your beating white eyes
and the face that has no emotion
and the lengthy stares that won’t stop

i see you during the day
while i’m with my friends
you tell me they don’t like me
and that i only need you

you’re over me as i write this
surrounding me
haunting me
trying to stop me

please leave me alone
you’re nothing to me
but you’re everything i see
and i cry every day because of you

you don’t have a name
you’re not real to anyone else
but you’re real to me
and i call you it

because that’s all you are

Sometimes you lose people, and there’s just nothing that you can do about it. Sometimes you lose something that you love. Sometimes you’re replaced by someone else and shifted to a not-so-important place in that one confidant’s heart. Sometimes relationships change and you end up feeling a little bit lonely. Sometimes you just aren’t the right fit, you just aren’t the soul that that other person needs.
—  🖤
How Are You?

Casually you’ll ask if I’m okay 

I’ll give the same response 

I give every other time and that’s a shrug 

I never know how I feel 

And why should I know 

It can change really quick

I can be joyful and happy one second 

And the next it can be taken away

Feelings are just temporary 

Perhaps they aren’t real 

Just a figment of everyone’s imagination 

So next time you ask me if I’m okay

I’ll just shrug

because whats the point in knowing

if it can change in a split second

I understand him now. He was lonely and needed someone. He was lonely, and lonely people will pull the trigger eventually.
—  Philippa A. Madsen - Twelve months