painful-love

Thalassophobia

II. of Melophobia

I.


@spookyyfuck‘s second piece of art: Do You Understand The Things That You’ve Been Seeing?: Come A Little Closer

I think that ocean is only my tears.

Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.
—  Harvey Milk (via floydgasmic)
And the truth is that he hasn’t done a single thing for me. And the truth is that he has never shown me a kind gesture. And the truth is that he has never shown me even a little bit of affection.
And I have bent and braked for him. And I have cried for him. And I have given away what I wanted for him. And I have gone out of my way for him. And I have done it all for him.
Love is unfair.
Love is so fucking unfair.
—  Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write (via @chocolatecristian)