sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

“Because I am not the type of
person someone falls in love with.”

—   (via bl-ossomed)
#likeactually #aboutmeiguess

(Source: fvckur, via blameit0nmyaddbaby)

“I am fucking insane but my intentions are gold and my heart is pure.”

—   (via lovel-ylesbian)

(via melanacholy)

http://the-writing-writer-wrote.tumblr.com/post/82428271337/i-i-stared-at-a-wall-for-two-hours-and-wondered

the-writing-writer-wrote:

i. I stared at a wall for two hours and wondered why
my bones took so much strength to make them work;
I’m just so tired of feeling like my body is eroding in
the blood flowing through my veins, maybe my ribcage
is becoming the next Grand Canyon, maybe my blood
is just trying to break freely…

I'm more human than I care to be.

the-writing-writer-wrote:

i. I learned how to walk the same way I learned how to love;
headfirst and never fearing the fall,
because memories are greater than the pain
shooting through your body when mistakes are made.

ii. I unwrapped my veins from a knot today and forgot how to pretend
to be beautiful on days where I…

“Some relationships are like stepping on board a train you know is going to wreck. And it’s not an instinct, or a gut feeling, it’s knowing - plain and simple, because you’ve been here before and you’ve done this before, and you just know. And still, you step on. Because you’d rather spend a little while holding that person’s hand, pretending you won’t to wreck, than spend a lifetime yearning; yearning for bruises on your wrists, left by someone who tried to hold on, yearning for broken bones in your spidery fingers from trying to keep them close as the world spun out of control. Sometimes, we don’t hope to leave unscathed and unscarred, we pray the pain will be worth the love.”

—   m.v., Us, Vol.4.0 (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via the-writing-writer-wrote)

i. I used to take showers five times a day,
wholeheartedly believing that depression is 
something that harsh soap bars and scalding hot water
can wash out of your hair, a layer you can 
simply peel off your skin like the orange rinds
I used to love chewing on while watching meteor showers.

ii. I stopped looking people in the eyes when I turned 12
and started gathering water in my mouth to put out 
the fires in my lungs because it’s hard to wake up
when sadness is like a burning elephant 
sitting on your chest.

iii. My mother heard me crying in the bathroom 
a week after I turned 16 and found me folded over 
like an origami piece on the tile floor with
my face buried in between my knees.

iv. When I finally looked up at her from behind the curtain of hair
that I stopped cutting a few years back, she finally discovered
why my great-grandmother kept mistaking me for her:
sadness just seemed to hide itself in our DNA.

v. As she combed through my tear-soaked hair, 
she held my toothpick-thin frame &
rocked me back and forth,
whispering this too shall pass
until I fell asleep to the sound
of her prayers.

—   astagesetforcatastrophe, sadness is inherited (via ignis-aurumprobat)

(via the-writing-writer-wrote)

Things I never got the chance to tell you:

the-writing-writer-wrote:

1. You were a torch flaming with fire and I was
gasoline just begging for a taste,
and our love was explosive.
But I haven’t been the same since.
2. I hope when she kisses you she can pronounce
my name perfectly after a make-out session.
3. I threw up the day you broke up with me and
I…

“If they ask you about me, tell them “She was the only girl who loved me with honesty, and I broke her.”.”

—   Shahrazad al-Khalij (via nizariat)

(via the-writing-writer-wrote)