"It’s scary, sharing your life with someone, because suddenly they’re gone and every time you listen to The Smiths you feel like crying because you can’t help but think of that one time when they kissed you all through Asleep and How Soon is Now, and chocolate chip cookies are just baked dough that you picked out of their hair after that food fight you had in your underwear, and your bed is suddenly too empty and your room is too quiet because there is only one set of lungs breathing in the cool air, and you’re freezing, but the window is still open because January was their favorite month and you didn’t mind because their arms were warm. It’s scary, sharing, because people take bits of you and give you bits of them and then it’s March and you’re shivering in your empty bed, sobbing because now there’s something Morrissey can’t fix and baked cookie dough tastes strange and your own arms are not warm. You are alone."

- m.v., The Aftermath (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via theotherlostcontinent)

"I hope that one day,
When the dust settles
And we meet again
You’ll look at me and see
Your biggest regret."

- m.v., You should have made me stay (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via theotherlostcontinent)

"I only miss you
at moments now-
in my gut,
in my lungs;
when memories
break through my defenses;
when we
overwhelm me."

- m.v., You’re no longer constant (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via theotherlostcontinent)

"How do I mourn
The loss of us-
When I always knew
We were destined to die?"

- m.v., We expired (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via theotherlostcontinent)

"They say it takes
21 days
To break a bad habit.
Today is day 22-
And you’re still
The first thing I think of
When I wake up in the morning;
The last thing on my mind
Before I go to sleep,
And the single most recurring thought
That haunts me in between."

- Maybe 23 (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via theotherlostcontinent)

  • mom: *gets into car*
  • me: *violently shakes door handle until mom unlocks car*

"Questions About Life"

'In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.'




Am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill?

A memoir by me

Am I lazy or horribly depressed?

The sequel

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