I’ve said everything there is to say. Everything. I don’t know what combination of words that remains, that could possibly sum up what it really, truly feels like to still love someone who left me over a year ago.


I wish I was dead.

I hate that love isn’t real. I fucking hate that it doesn’t exist. It’s yet another fucking lie we’ve all been lead to believe in and place worth in by cinematic grandeur. But it’s fake and it’s empty and it’s a hopeless thing to pursue and I don’t fucking understand what it is that I feel for fucking anyone when NO ONE feels it for me.

I wish I had never seen you. I wish I had never, ever, laid eyes on you. I wish I had never fallen in love with anybody at all.

(via littlefighter-hold-it-together)





(via thatonegirlfrombandcamp)

(Source: kaylinelove, via wonderfulunhappy)


i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

(via littlestofdragons)

(via littlestofdragons)

"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you’."

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via imfantasyparade)

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