theapatheticaly reblogged
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THIS ANYMORE
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I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THIS ANYMORE
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sorry for being mentally ill can we still kiss
i will forever mourn the person i never got to be
“My mind is so impatient, so quick, in some ways so desperate.”
— Virginia Woolf (via naturaekos)
there’s a beauty in sadness,
a beauty in the darkness.
how would you know,
the sweet warmth of happiness,
without feeling the chilling,
bitterness of pain?
“I often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. See, it is forced upon us without much choice. Plunged into the depths of our soul and we call the pain a blessing because at least something has reached us. Has touched us. At least we feel something. I often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. It is fast and violent, too quick for you to realize what is happening until you stagger back and realize what is really going on. You stare at the hilt jutting out of you, mesmerized, terrified. Because it hurts when it happens, but we are more scared of the pain that will come with the extraction of this thing killing us. We call the removal Heartbreak when really our heart was fractured as soon as we were hit, yet we only start to feel it when the blade that was keeping us together, filling the wound is taken back. And we choose the torture that is love every time Because we know we can either live with this ache or bleed out alone.”
— The Universe’s Sense of Humor
Last Hope // Paramore
“They come and go and it wastes my heart away.”
— Friedrich Hölderlin, tr. by Angel Flores, from Poems; “That Which Is Mine,”
growth is sometimes a lonely process
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