“unlike you, the ache will not leave.”

—   feelings 9:38 p.m. // 3.18.24   (via bedsigh)

(via illusions-feelings)

… its too early for this bullshit.

—   Me, no matter what time it is. (via lastisle)

(Source: jas0nwaterfalls, via the-redsunflower)

“it’s been four years and i haven’t
written a single poem, my boyfriend
asks if this is how i’ve always been,
he describes me as a wildfire, i
laugh and wear lipstick and buy
expensive perfumes and drink
champagne and let electricity spill
from my wrists like oil, i vacuum
two, three - sometimes four times
a day, my therapist says that’s not
a healthy way of dealing with loss
but i tell him that neither are pills,
sometimes he asks me about you,
i say you tasted like the sun and
touched me like i was the moon, it’s
all very sad, you know? the entire
dying part? it’s all very sad, i say,
some days i don’t want to get up,
on Sundays i watch the clock, i cook
potatoes and steak for dinner, he tells
me he likes my dresses and my pink
lipstick and especially when i read
him poetry, i don’t feel guilty when
he thinks they’re about him, i do feel
guilty that they’re always about you”

—   i’m sorry it had to end like this  (via irynka)

(via blowties)

“I’ve become a living apology, I am sorry”

—   an eight word poem (d.v.e)

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farted:

omFG I named my printer Meatballs the other day and when I turned on my computer omfg

farted:

omFG I named my printer Meatballs the other day and when I turned on my computer omfg

(via whycantwejustpretend)

“Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.”

—   (via sleepychick)

This really touched me

(via these-greatexpectations)

(Source: nelliescoffee, via whycantwejustpretend)