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My Life Is To Short

@thisbemylife17

Today is a gift, that not everyone receives. #StayAlive
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How do we know when it’s time to move on? Simple, we don’t. Because it’s not our decision to make. You can't persuade a heart to abandon a feeling any more than you could convince a fire to cool down. If you ever feel like moving on is a choice, then evidently you already have.

— Beau Taplin | Moving On

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“I’ve written a thousand poems for you that you don’t care to read”

— here’s one more

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“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

— The Sensible Thing, F. Scott Fitzgerald

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sunraksha

Isn't it sad to know,how people wish to be found,how they wish to be saved

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loved-ones

I thought I was getting better, I honestly did. But sometimes I just lay in bed at 3am, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me and why I’m never enough.

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My mistakes;

Ive been reflecting a lot on my life and realized all my mistakes were made out of fear and not acceptance. Ive failed my loved one, I should have been a better brother to you and showed you love. Ive never learned how to properly love instead I ran and abandoned you, and everyone I know I love. Ive dealt you pain and broke your trust not only you but loved one who dont deserve it. Ive made plenty of other serious mistakes in my life but nothing kills me more than knowing abandonment is my biggest guilt that will end me. Ive matured enough to accept my flaws, I just wish I could speak to the 2 people I abandoned you are my loved ones and will always be. My mistake was walking away from you in Prairie St, we were a team and I failed you. I did not realize my mistake till Isaac helped me realize my pain before leaving to a better place. I failed my loved ones, that is my mistake.

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I can never find the right words to tell people what I’m thinking. Telling them I’m tired doesn’t work, but I can’t seem to vocalize that I’m mentally exhausted and sick of existing. Telling them I’m sad doesn’t work either, but I can’t explain that I’m struggling not to kill myself and that the joy in everything in my life is gone and when I wake up to the sun in my eyes, I have to struggle to get myself out of bed because most of me didn’t even want to wake up at all. I can’t tell them I’m numb because what I’m feeling is so much more complex than numb and I don’t have the vocabulary to tell them that I feel like I’m drowning and it terrifies me that I feel nothing as it’s happening, and that my insides want to scream but I can’t even find it in me to shed a tear anymore, that every single aspect of my life feels like it’s shaded in grey because all the colors were sucked out but I can hardly even remember what colors are because I can no longer remember a time I didn’t feel like this. No, I don’t know how to say that. So I just whisper “I’m fine.”

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