woolfmalice:

they should invent friends for people in their twenties

(via teenagerposts)

wedarkacademia:

ALT

Andrea Gibson

bleedingandbroken:

(via celese)

heartofmuse:

I love you. Never doubt that I am always thinking of you, that the utmost desire of my heart is to be with you, to glory in your presence, to delve into your mind, to imbue myself with the colors of your soul. A deep and indescribable emotion makes my heart overflow when it knows you, when it recognizing you in the brilliance of your laughter, when it reads you in your ink poured, and as we talk and I touch your edges, your precious forms filling me with each brush of your soul, feeling your heart as it beat with mine in each of the moments that we have lived together and that I constantly bring to my mind. My eyes want to swim only in the depths of your gaze, and I want no other warmth than that of your presence, to make your soul my home, just as mine is a nest that shelters yours.

e.v.e.

(via poeticstories)

kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

(via compassionatereminders)

you-are-another-me:

(via compassionatereminders)

lost-in-limbo-eternally:

I’m sorry. But can’t help how I feel. I can’t stop loving you. And I really do genuinely thing that we are meant to be. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that you and me do workout, because honestly, Beckie Diana Riley. Sounds really good in my head

I love you forever 🖤

tonight is the kind of night we’d sit and chat about how we both wanna die. how life isn’t worth living so what’s the point. then we’d crack a joke about a suicide pact and give each other uplifting words of wisdom that neither of us believed. we kept trying. you stopped trying. you left without me. I don’t think I can try anymore. if these meds don’t hold the miracle cure for grief and all of my problems I’m giving in. I’m sorry. the last words you said to me were look after yourself. I’m sorry I don’t think I can anymore. I miss you so much. and there’s so many people up there that I’ve been dying to see for too long. I never imagined that in my lifetime you’d be one of them. it was meant to be me first. you sat by my bedside after my attempts. why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling. I miss you. I never stopped loving you. I just dissociated from it because you hurt me too. but not like this. this, living without you. that’s the worst. don’t get me wrong, I know you had to. it’s okay. you were never meant for this world. you didn’t fit in. me neither. so I hope you understand I have to aswell. I don’t know when but it’s a when not an if. I love you. hope you’re giving them hell up there. @lost-in-limbo-eternally

perfectquote:

“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”

— Unknown

lild3m0nnn-bpd:

(via not-allowed-to-feel-a-thing)

ragingantisocial:

I wake up everyday hoping I died

(via not-allowed-to-feel-a-thing)

dionysian-mystery:

If you die first you have to promise to always haunt me

(via iwasrunningwiththew0lves)

bakwaaas:

indulging in a little melancholy tonight. as a treat

(via melodyque)