March 2012
Silence
cheeruplisa:
There are a lot in the unspoken and inaction.
Disappointments. Love and anger. Resentment. Inability to fall asleep. Expired laughters. Wasted dreams. Harsh reality.
Nobody is safe in here. And I don’t want anyone to listen to what I’m not saying.
Er Verliebte Sich in Sie: The saddest part about... →
hannahmaeb:
The saddest part about getting your heart broken isn’t getting your heart broken — it’s choosing to stay that way, still wounded, how even after picking the pieces, you end up rearranging them a different way, without a single trace of space for anyone to ever get in or for you to let anything out…
February 2012
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I tried to forget. But you grew roots around my rib cage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones. All day I pick at the petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you care about me or not.
I’m so sick of this bullshit, dude. So. Damn. Sick.
✌ Lysergi[o]c Acid Diethylamide ✌: Spring cleaning →
lysergiocacid:
Today I cleaned out my room, Out came the pictures and memories of you, Out came the feelings that I still have for you, You said, “One day we will be together (that is if you still want me)”, Years have passed and maybe I do, maybe I do, You see, I have a secret box full of memories, This ain’t…
I really really really like this. Kudos
Will someone link me to one of those paintings of jellyfish, on canvas? My mother has finally agreed to paint me one, but she needs “inspiration”….
