(Source: oceanz-of-motionz, via hippist)

hybridthry:

wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

(via hippist)

a-graveyard-of-thoughts:

I want to say
You love me too
But it is something
I cannot do
Because the truth
Is I am me
And you loving that
I’ll never see

(Source: eldrmta, via hippist)

"Don’t set goals for tomorrow.
Just see what tomorrow has set for you.
Always appreciate second chances.
Try to give second chances.
Think long and hard before giving a third chance.
Do not judge those who give third chances.
Try to get enough sleep,
but do not worry if it doesn’t happen.
You are young.
Don’t forget that."

— "Advice For Myself and For You" by Claire Luisa (via claire-luisa)

(Source: claire-luisa, via claire-luisa)

"I remember being in this position just a week ago. I sat and waited for you to get home so we could exchange stories of how our days went and we’d laugh together because that’s just what we did. we survived off of the love we had. I would look forward to one thing every day for eight months, and that one thing was you. and I’m not the type of person to look forward to anything. we needed each other. but where did the love go? and when did you leave my life completely? Because now I look at my bedroom walls and everything I did to my surroundings that were inspired by you, and I want to set fire to all of it. I look at myself and the changes I made for you, and I want to tear into my fucking skin and extract the remnants of you from my veins. I want to reach into my mind and pull out every aching memory of you that I have. But most of all, I want to stop the burning feeling of loneliness and betrayal I feel every night, inevitably. They say it’s better to whisper in the left ear of a lover, but it never mattered with you. every “I love you,” every “I miss you,” every. fucking. word. was plastered into my gullible mind. and to live without you after believing all that? you might as well have shot me dead."

— a notebook found at a park (via diss0lveanddecay)

assshike:

My lungs are burning as I tried to forget about you.
Over and over your name rung in my head.
I seen the smoke roll off my tongue,
and felt the air being vacuumed from my chest.
Your voice was whistled into the wind,
and I broke at your touch. 
Over and over. 
April 20 // 10:26 pm.
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assshike:

My lungs are burning as I tried to forget about you.
Over and over your name rung in my head.
I seen the smoke roll off my tongue,
and felt the air being vacuumed from my chest.
Your voice was whistled into the wind,
and I broke at your touch.
Over and over.
April 20 // 10:26 pm.
(dont remove text)

burdenedwithglorioushiddleston:

I’m scared I’ll only be able to fall in love with incarnations of you.

ttylerbroseph:

I tried

ttylerbroseph:

I tried

"In a universe
this vast
I am glad
I got the privilege
of meeting
you."

Cilla Rose (via ladycatacorn)

(Source: electridying)

"I told you I don’t want you, yet you follow me everywhere. Leave me, love."

— (via orlansky)

of-wildflowers-and-wings:

102/365
"I know there’s a world
outside of my room, but I’m
not too fond of it."

— Daily Haiku # 23 (via youshouldacceptchaos)