“This Is How It Has Always Been With Me. Give Me Something Good, I’ll Destroy It. Love Me, I’ll

“There are really no words, no eloquent way of saying: you’ve made me feel things I thought I’d never feel. I’m starting to think this is true love.”

—E. R.

Loving you changed my life.

It should come as no surprise that losing you has done the same.

Chloë Frayne

Do I ever cross your mind?

“Do I mind texting first? No, I will show that I care about you. Do I mind texting first for weeks and basically talk to myself for a whole conversation? Yeah, I kinda do. So forgive me if I’m done trying.”

— you had your chances

““Why did you run away … from me?” “I didn’t want you to realise how broken I was - how many nightmares I carried. I didn’t want those nightmares tainting your dreams.” Silence - the hands of Time suspended in the air. Then came the withering chime - the last goodbye. “You should have trusted my dreams to chase away your nightmares.””

— My Heart Bleeds Poetry #28 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

“How are you?”

“I’m starving and dying on the inside and I can barely look you in the eye because my anxiety is making me feel like you’re secretly judging me, also I’m probably gonna go home after this and cry myself to sleep because I hate myself so much, but yea I’m fine”

A letter I’ll never send…

I love you. You are my best friend and I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. And each day I continue to fall more in love with you, the more I realize how you’re slowly pulling away. But it’s because you don’t love me the way I love you. Because I am not her. You don’t love me the way you loved her. You gave her the random “I love you” texts and the endless phone calls because you missed her voice. You posted her on Instagram and surprised her with flowers when you knew she was having a bad day. You weren’t hesitant to show your love and hold her when she needed it. I want that. You tell me you just never want to fall that hard for someone again because it was unhealthy, but I know it’s because I’m not her. I want the endless phone calls and random “I love you” texts. I want to be surprised with flowers and be held when I’m having a bad day. I want more than anything to be her. Because you are my him. You are the one I will never forget, you are the one that everyone else will be compared to. In my eyes, you are my everything. But in your eyes, I’m just temporary.