- 7 years ago
- 1
In nine days, I will officially be 5 months sober….
I will officially be 5 months miserable…
But, I will officially be 5 months closer to being back to normal.
- 7 years ago
- 2974
"But he who cannot unveil himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the unhappiest one of all."
- 8 years ago
- 62280
"I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party."
- Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via hallowahmos)
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- 8 years ago
- 4
Amvanat on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/84124975/via/ambanat
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Source: weheartit.com- 8 years ago
- 3
be you on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/84124840/via/12nosa
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Source: weheartit.com
- 8 years ago
- 65333
Lovequotesrus Friday Shoutout Winner lexmichaela
Evverything you love is here
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- 8 years ago
- 51460
"My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings."
- E. Y. Harburg (via cavum)
Come look for me, please. Show up at my job and demand to see me. If I’m not there, demand someone to get me there immediately. I’m so tired of waking up with your name on my mind like a tattoo that will not rub off. Ive been scrubbing my lobes with extra strength powdered soap for months now, never bothering to turn off the faucet. Every bit of me is screaming for you to come and rescue me.
I knew better than to immediately instill that much faith in you when all you have ever done is reject my attempts at human connections. They told me to instill my faith and trust a d emotions into you in droplets - like the morning dew swelling at the edge of a leaf and falling to the ground knowing its lack of worth.
But I heard you’re voice and my faith climbed the railing of the San Francisco bridge and lept with its arms out like wings - so at peace while knowing its the end.
I should have known that loving you would be the end of everything.
When you left me with nothing but bags that had never been unpacked, I didn’t feel anything. I hadn’t shed a tear in the seven months that followed your absence. Everybody asked how I remained so at ease when everyone knew that the one person I let hold my world in their hands had walked away. I told them that it takes a heart to shed a tear.
I left my heart in the space where your wisdom tooth once grew: hoping to keep you wiser to the idea of love. I left my heart on your doorstep in another state.
And when you returned, everyone assumed that my heart was back here with you. But you had left it behind.
My heart remains in Vegas - spit onto the concrete ground left to wash into the sewage system when the next monsoon hits. I guess parts of me will always be missing. I guess parts of me are left behind in all the places we’ve been. I guess i’ll never be capable of offering myself whole to a beautiful magician.
