I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.
Stop rummaging through my body
in search of her. I’m not yours to
sort through in order to heal the
wounds another inflicted
upon your skin. I can barely stitch
together my own cuts and scrapes
from loving people who don’t
deserve it too hard.
colorsinautumn:

Cause here we are again back when I loved you so.

colorsinautumn:

Cause here we are again back when I loved you so.

(Source: illbequeenofanything)

I turned off my phone
Because I could not
Handle the certainty
That you were not
Even trying to talk
To me.
Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.
aseaofquotes:

Matthew Thomas, We Are Not Ourselves

aseaofquotes:

Matthew Thomas, We Are Not Ourselves

Me:seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Me 7 months later:seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life, but define yourself.
aseaofquotes:

Richard Bach, Illusions

aseaofquotes:

Richard Bach, Illusions

Music has that power to revive memories, sometimes so intensely that they hurt.