How Heartbreaking It Is To Be Born Into Such A Dull, Disillusioned Generation—a Time Where Love Has

a blessing yet a curse to be someone who feels everything so deeply.

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

"You were always my dearest undoing, my sweetest punishment. I would choose death by a thousand cuts if they came from your blade. Lick my blood from my fingers and taste my devotion, my darling, while my lost soul kneels by your feet."

-words I can never say, pt 1

for valentine's day 🖤

the perfect pair

If one of us dies first, let it be me.

Let it be me so that I do not have to experience a world without you. I will not have to speak to people who do not know your name. I will not have to sit on the porch and try to hold on to the feeble wisps of memory carrying the scent of your hair and your sweet smile.

And when you come to meet me, we will make a home in hell or heaven, and I will whisper quiet apologies into your ears, one for every second that you had to live on without me.

Let us be buried together, and perhaps the flowers that grow over our graves will intertwine like my fingers with yours. Perhaps our shared memories will make the buds large and beautiful like your eyes, the petals buttery soft like my curls.

Perhaps the people who pluck them will feel the ache in my chest when you laugh.

If one of us dies first, let it be me, and then let us both never know a single moment without the other until the sun ceases to rise and forever loses its meaning.

You didn’t just lose me—you lost access to a heart that would’ve burned the world just to keep you warm.

some nights it feels like the stars shine just to remind me that everything is going to be okay

— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”

‘don’t you forget about dying’ 🕸️

"To be loved is to be worth the inconvenience." - Tracie Breaux