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ROADHOUSE

@yanderewaiifu

Welcome to the fucking Circus🤡🎪🎭

My demons get along with yours.

We fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

I want to curl up inside your mind.

I want to burrow into your soul.

I want to fall asleep in your heart.

I want to spend this lifetime making up for the ones we missed out on.

It kills me to be so far from you.

A gaping hole in my chest I can only feel, not see.

And even though home is so far away,

Even though I don't even know where home will be,

Even though I am trapped in limbo indefinitely...

I need you. I need you. I need you.

Being away from you is the worst kind of hell.

Stop giving the effort you will expect and not have it reciprocated. If they wanted to, they would.. stop making excuses for them. Have a conversation, also express what you want. Stop overplaying your part though. Efforts should be matched and if you’re the only one rowing the “boat” in the relationship. You will end up nowhere with them, whether that is platonic or romantic.

Friendly reminder that getting abandoned by someone you fell so hard for will fuck you up mentally, push you into depression and if you’re overly sensitive, the fear of becoming the person you used to be will make you think “I’m tired of this. My body is tired. My mind is a mess. I just want to goto sleep one day and never get up. I’m just so tired of life.”

It’s midnight and I’m listening to our playlist. You’re asleep on another continent with a different girl. I should have known untangling your roots would prove to be impossible.

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egoisme

I’d feed you the flesh off my bones if I could. but I can’t knit us a blanket just to spend my nights waiting for you to come home and use it.

but can I be angry with you? can I let you go. can I accuse you of loving me only when it’s convenient? did you not put my tears in your mouth. did you not endure my edges. did you not make time, when I needed you to?

you have given me everything you’re capable of. and nothing is quite as warm as your downward gaze, softened by your gentle lashes. so I’ll sit with my feet crossed. I’ll look up at you with hearts in my eyes. I’ll breathe your cigarette smoke. I won’t ask questions.

I'm laid in a place

Away from the city

Under the skies

I count the stars

Lonely, I wish to

Pull you down

In the grass above

Lie with you forever

Even after 23 years, I’ve still never quite learned the difference between putting in effort to continue something and the desperation of holding onto something that wasn’t meant to be.

There comes a time in a relationship when you can tell apart each other's silences. I guess, that's when you know that you have found your soulmate.

I self destruct and feel so much until I feel everything at once, because I'd rather feel everything than nothing.

I want to devour every part of my emotions, because they've devoured every part of me.

“I don’t quite know how we’ve ended up here. How we’ve ended up as strangers when we used to spend nights staring at one another across the mattress, pointing and counting up quirks like constellations. I knew you loved me when you asked about the small bump beneath my lip that even I’d never noticed. You traced it with your thumb, something soft in those eyes. “Where did it come from?” you asked, like you’d give anything to see me in childhood just to know me more fully. That’s love, isn’t it? Not the sex or sacrifice or small talk you make after years of memorizing one another. It’s the digging, the prying, the eventual release. The discovery of your own uncharted territories. You saw me more clearly than I saw myself, and somehow you still walked away. Back then I thought you loved me so much that even if it crumbled, broke beyond repair, you’d stay. Touch my forgotten scar and sigh. When you left you said, “You’re all I’ve ever known” as if that was reason enough. It’s become blurry now, the certainty that you loved me once. More fresh are the fights, the never-framed photos. The times I prompted you to call me beautiful, begging for crumbs. I wish I could remember the lilt of your voice as you asked me that question. I stare across the mattress all too often. Alone in the dark, I can almost convince myself that you’re still here. I can almost feel you, fingers frozen on my face, so curious and consumed. Both of us barely breathing in wonder, unaware it would be the moment I’d miss most.”

— a girl who only writes when she’s heartbroken, pen on paper for the first time in three years

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aidashakur

If they’re okay with hurting you & if hurting you doesn’t hurt them, be okay with leaving them where they’re at.