me when my bf doesnt text me until 10pm
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I used to think of you as the sun and me as the moon, but i know you’re a black hole. I would have let you destroy me. Take my energy and never give it back, let me love you like the warmth of sunshine on the first day of summer. Let me love you like she couldn’t.
The thing with black holes is, no one knows what happens inside. I’ve seen glimpses of your insides but I think they were lies. I spent a year trying to get inside your head, only for you to let me graze the horizon and shoot me back in to someone else’s orbit.
That’s the thing. I’m more of a comet than the sun. Always tossed around. Always falling back in to someone else.
To the one who made me realize I could be the sun anyway. (via eyeslike-flowers)
- me @ myself: get it together.....
- also me @ myself: ur literally going through a lot rn? cut yourself some slack?
- also also me @ myself: ...anyway....i hate my entire self
you make me sick. you lied to me. you left me in the dirt after you stepped on my face. fuck you. really. Fuck you.
Your stupid fucking face. (via heartss-on-fire)
He used to tell me “what if one day you wake up in a room full of all the people who wanted to love you but you were too scared to get hurt, so you pushed them away.” My heart’s been empty for so long, i wonder if the ghosts miss you too. I just wanted someone to be there when i stopped hurting. I keep it all inside cause it’s the saddest place to hide. He told me that the walls I built up will never be broken down. No one ever tried. No one ever showed me that there was a reason to love. I just need someone to make me feel again; or at least like i matter. I’ve spent my whole life running, why won’t anyone ask me to stay? Why didn’t you want me to stay? You were the ocean, and i was the girl who was in love with the sea, but was too scared to swim. The empty space where my heart used to be is aching. No matter how far my mind wanders i am never able to stop it from clinging back to the dark shadows i try so hard to keep at bay; but when the waves crash back to the shore, my thoughts drown me, in ways you never could.
I thought you’d wait for me (via trustissued)
me: *flips dogs ear inside out*
me: can u..,. hear better like this
I can’t think. I could only dream. I see nightmares in between your eyelids. I’ve heard lullabies before and you sound a lot like a siren. stop trying to hide it. our demons couldn’t play well. it’s as if you put them to sleep. thinking you’d be okay. bed time stories are for the innocent. they’ve made beds out of your senses and homes in between your rib cages. I say “let me fight them off” he tells me they know my name. for you I’ll be the bait just promise to pull me back out. even if you don’t, I won’t be mad. never at you. our angels worn out. our wings covered in dust and and our halos dim. why wouldn’t our eyes shine. there’s never enough light in this life time. i wish we flew kites. telling them our secrets and sending it off into the sky. im sorry i didn’t tell you but ive been lost for so long. i thought you’d lead me home but you’ve never been there before. neither of us have the will to stay. he liked it when my nails were lilac and my shirts were too low. the only eyes that could watch you are mine. he didn’t care when the day decided to move along and the night came over us. he didn’t care when I slashed my wrist and screamed into an abyss. he hates red ink. I’m to blame. I was never good at painting, I took three art classes it just wasn’t for me but I could draw you into every memory without any brushes and Ill never need another canvas for this type of picture. I was drowning in alcohol, drunk. talking to my mom through the steel front doors rusty holes on my sixteenth birthday. you came and held me as if I was going to melt and flow away but your arms could keep everything in place. he told my mom I’m just tired, that’s why my eyes are drooping. he convinced her my thoughts aren’t yelling at me. I want you to beleive me when I say it’s scary. I told him if we’re twenty and our hearts aren’t filled with someone else’s love we’ll fill every empty hole with everything except steel and rust. I won’t pour alcohol down my throat anymore and you won’t try to clean my wounds because it burns. it burns. it burns. he says okay princess I don’t ever want to hurt you.
He Wasn’t One For Patching Up Hearts (via crazhe)
All I want is for a boy to look at me and think “wow she is so cute she gives me a boner but I also want to make her soup”
ignoring me is a perfect way to not hear from me again