It’s kind of stupid how you know you’re falling and you know there’s no one below there to break your fall but you just close your eyes and hope anyway that maybe… maybe at the last second they’d change their mind and open their arms to catch you.
the brilliant thing about being a woman is that I’m punished for both trusting and distrusting men!
I should magically know which man is going to harm me by having a brief conversation with him. if I trust Bad Men, then, well. I should’ve known.
if I don’t trust Nice Men though, I’m an utter bitch who deserves violence. don’t I know most men are good people?
So. She writes her a letter.
You know, sometimes, I hate you.
I hate the fact that you have this power over me; the one where you appear on my thoughts so randomly. I hate it when I remember how you smell; especially on Thursdays, because you smell like sunshine and rain. I hate the fact that sometimes, when I close my eyes, all I can see is your eyes, your face, and your hands. I hate the fact that I remember flashbacks, especially of that day when you showed up on my front door uninvited. You stood on the pouring rain, outside my door, and you shouted “Yes, god, yes. I do love you.” And when I got mad at you for not caring about getting sick, you just held me close and told me over and over again that you loved me, and that you were scared that I was going to change my mind.
And there will be days that I don’t remember you at all.
But there will always be days that you’re the only one I can think of.
You know, sometimes, I still hate how much I love you.
But what I hate most is that simple fact that you’ve forgotten that I do.
Well shit, now i have to go all the way back up to reblog it…
Actually, kind of made me feel better about myself
i used to be a normal kid who read about serial killers and murders before going to sleep. now i read fictional gay porn.
WHY ARE YOU GUYS REBLOGGING THIS?! THIS ISN’T FUNNY….
did you guys really read about serial killers and murders? 😳
did. and now… well.
ever felt so lonely that it takes your breath away? It’s like you’re hanging onto that single thread that’s connecting you to your sanity, like gasping for air when there’s nothing left to breath. It’s like having a very strong person squeeze your heart until it just stops beating. Have you ever felt so helpless, and you can’t do anything but just sit there, and watch your heart break. Holding on to the pieces and trying so hard to put them back together so that you won’t just break down.
Have you ever felt so lonely, it feels like you’re too lonely to just cry? It’s like your tears are teethering over the edge and you want to cry just to get over the pain but the tears won’t fall?
Have you ever felt so lonely… you just feel numb?