Tired and Torn

So many nice words that will mean absolutely nothing.


Maybe seeing you get what you want can give me a shard of the happiness I would have if it was me.

Man and the moon

The moon: beautiful, vibrant, captivating. Yeah that’s shits bright and everyone loves it, but did you know, you only see one side? The rotation and orbit of the moon and earth results in this strange phenomena…. We on earth, will only ever see one side, and that just so happens to be the bright side. Now let me tell you this, the other side is dark. Pitch black. This identity-less void. Everyone is like the moon. We all put on this bright face, and we smile. But let me ask you this one last question. Do you shut out the moon knowing it has a dark side? Or do you embrace it’s glow and love it, for what it is? Embrace people, and never be afraid of the dark. Because at the end of it all, the moon is still the beautiful moon and people are still beautiful people. You just gotta learn to see them as a whole, not for either half. Open up, and let people embrace you. For if the moon never came up because it was afraid of rejection, all our nights would be dark. I close in saying it’s the same with people. Open up, shine bright, and allow people to accept you as a whole, that way you can light up their worlds.

You’re sleeping, but I just need you to know that I’m still in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. Every time I’m without you, it hurts. You make me feel like I am forever. You are my happiness. You are every single constellation. You’re perfect and I love you so much. - 2:06 am
I almost dialled your number to tell you this. But you were with your new girlfriend. (via june—10tth)

My birthday

Can you hear that? It’s the sound of my liver collapsing… 💔

Be with some one who would rather text you than update their snapchat story.

My life

My life

I believe in two things: one, that we all have this hole in our hearts, a void in our lives, which leaves us feeling empty. The second is that love is the only thing that can fill it.

It sucks

They say doors open in front of you in life. But when I saw you, you were barely cracked open. I walked to you and you seemed to open wider. Just before I could grab the handle, you slammed shut. Now I ring the bell, I knock, and I try to entice it open. I come bareing metaphoric gifts equal to that of a Girl Scout. But no response comes. And it sucks, because I don’t even think you’re home anymore.