I Feel So Fucking Empty, Idk

I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.

(via amargedom)

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may the rest of this year be softer

“Yes, you are. And I know one day, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few years, maybe in a few decades- you'll look back on everything and smile. Because you made it, didn't you? You'll be happy, well, with somebody to love.”

“It'll be you.” Jeongguk whispered. But he knew it wouldn't be.

“Yes it will,” Taehyung replied in a faint whisper, but he knew it wouldn't be him either. Both knew, but didn't say a word. For at the moment, they were at peace.

“And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea. You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63. I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too. We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity. We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.”

— juansen dizon, Grow old with you

Have you screamed in the silence?

Six word story. #604 (via myfuture-mywriting-mylife)

I have this terribly strange habit of cutting myself open, for the pain and sorrow to crawl in and reside within my bones, of drowning myself in a sea of everlasting longing for something that is no longer there.

Lukas W. // Terribly strange habit (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)