Sad.

Yellow Paint

I’ve treaded these waters before

And I’ve learned how to swim after drowning—countless of times.

I know not to ask for more than what I am given.

To be satisfied with scraps that you are willing to share.

I need not to hear your heart

I just want to feel your skin against mine.

Take everything you want, use me to your hearts content

And afterwards, I need you to leave me.

Each time we move forwards I need you to pull back away.

I will not dedicate these poems to you,

The same way I wrote my love for him.

And I refuse to think of you when I hear the word “beloved”

But oh, so help me god, I think I’m starting to.

I want out

The pinnacle of giving everything up,

was not something that I thought I would ever reach.

The pain and frustration had exceeded its threshold that the thought of my efforts be put into waste

I no longer deemed regretful.

It was a mistake to have you know that the limit of my patience was non existent

For it gave you the sense of security that I would always take you back.

And so, it became an endless cycle.

Our happiness fluctuated ever so often.

Eventually it started to wear me out.

The fire within me started to fade.

So you began to ruin yourself again.

You made the rain and thunder of your storms much stronger

The noise you had inside your head became louder and intolerable

You cut yourself bleeding just because you know were going to lose me.

And by doing so, you know I would come back.

For I have always been drawn to those broken souls.

And I have always saved you from all the chaos you started

But love, I hope you know that each time you lose me,

I’m not the same person who comes back.

And time will come when all the love in me

would become nothing but pity.

"I always think of reasons to try and drown out the insecurities swimming in my head, and make myself believe that I'M better than HER. Why her? Why not me? I often ask myself. She doesn't even want to acknowledge your love for her, while I'm here patiently waiting and hoping that someday that love will finally be mine. She doesn't even like you. Me? You have no idea how many times I got hurt by you, and yet I still chose to be by your side, because that's how much my love has grown for you. You say you love me, but I know you love her more. So I try to make myself better, to try and outstand her in every way possible, just to get you to realize that I'M the better catch. And I think you got that. But still you chose her, and not me. And that fucking hurts me everytime."

The sound of the world falling. Justin/Alex

This is kind of the fandom’s most popular fic, so I know it’s been recced before, but oh my god if you read it you’ll see why.

9:40 PM: Man I’ve been having really bad headaches for the past half hour 9:41 PM: I think something is wrong with me 9:44 PM: G u e s s  w h o

She was a very Lonely Person, but not many people really knew that.

C.B - I’ll write a book one day (via sinful-cravings)

Someone's creating a reverse falls visual novel cool

I love him. I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s not shaking hands or stuttering just with hello. It’s not short skirts or red lips. It’s jeans and a t-shirt with bare skin. Its finding him in a crowd and not wanting to change who I am. It’s wanting to know what he wanted to be as a kid and what his greatest fear is. It’s wanting to know his mistakes and looking past all the things “wrong” with him. It’s small smiles at my shoes and glances towards him. Its wanting him to be happy whether I am part of that happiness or not.

-c.t//excerpt from a book I won’t write (via iwontwrite)

As long as the person you like thinks you're beautiful, it wouldn't matter if the world thinks you're not

“Lost and Found”

I was art long before I met you,

But somewhere along the way I tripped and lost track of who I was.

And when you came I was already a lost broken soul trying to find It’s way back.

So I guess losing you wasn’t really much of a loss,

For when you left

That’s when I found myself again.