Self Promo Lol You Should Go Follow My Writing Blog

self care is following a ton of minecraft blogs at 2 am when you should be sleeping and drinking chocolate milk with too much chocolate in it while you listen to a playlist of your all time favorite songs

It’s slow, like honey dripping

But I can see things changing

Why do I always end up shipping people who don’t end up together or it takes them forever to get together?

“Just because the pain stayed when he didn’t doesn’t mean you should invite it into your home. It is a stowaway in your body, a thief that does nothing but take. It doesn’t know how to do anything else. Pain is an expert at burrowing away until winter and when your heart has shriveled up to a barren wasteland, it comes out. It comes to light and convinces you that it will fill the very hole that it created. So you give more and more of yourself to this feeling, to this antidote never realizing that this hole is greedy. This hole is black and does not have a bottom. Love, I know you only know how to give but the pain only knows how to take and I need to know that when the pain whispers sweet nothings, you will know it for what it is. A parasite and a compulsive liar and the bitter aftertaste that lingers even when everything else fades away.”

— L.A.L. || On the Lie that is Pain (via writing-in-the-wings)

anonymously tell me the time and what’s on ur mind

my sunflower

i looked at you through the cracked screen of my phone. through the cracked and pixelted, you were beautiful: an angel, in my eyes.

you lauged lightly, a mellifluous sound, as i made a joke about one of your multiple ex-girlfriends.

you continued to blab about your current "love inerest" that would probably end within the span of 3-10

crack

the sound of my fragile heart tearing echoed in my ears and inreased slightly more with each word you uttered. it would never be fully-broken, never be fully-healed

always continuing the slow, agonizingly painful, ceaseless torture - like the nightmare that re-occurs every night: you're there, i'm running and running, sweat dripping, thighs burning, flushed face, but i can't seem to move an inch can't seem to get my feet off the ground.

i keep the smiling demeanor on for you.

so i don't worry you

so you're not confused,

so you'll continue to talk to me without any hesitations,

so you won't bother asking why i'm hurting so much inside,

it's all for you

i listen as you talk about her, not realizing that you are chipping pieces off of me second by second, like i'm merely a clay piece for you to play with and abandon once you're done, yet you keep coming back for more, you can't seem to let go.

my smile falters once you end the call saying that your mom called you - probably to set the table or something.

a deep sigh escapes my mouth and the corners of my mouth turn down into a frown.

sluggishly crossing the room, i grab the hoodie; your hoodie, merely a piece of fabric, yet it means so much more to me than you could possibly imagine.

after being repeately washed, it still had that faint smell: you - you, you , and nothing but you.

i slipped the sweater over my head and through my arms - the hoodie fell to about my mid-thigh.

the aroma filled up my senses completely, i felt drunk on you, intoxicated with just the mere scent of you.

i craved for you to be near me, to hold me, to talk about me like you actually want me, and need me - like i need you

*just fucking T-poses*

do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude

i need to lay in bed in someones arms for ten hours at least