50414    04:42

ephemeralvibes:

i’m really tired of freaking out over money and school and stuff and i’m tired of being sad and i’m tired of looking and feeling like a little girl and sometimes i just wish a car would hit me on the way home so i don’t have to deal with anything anymore

ephemeralvibes:

i’m really tired of freaking out over money and school and stuff and i’m tired of being sad and i’m tired of looking and feeling like a little girl and sometimes i just wish a car would hit me on the way home so i don’t have to deal with anything anymore

ephemeralvibes
(via seoulesslyy)
Reblogged at 4:42am
on October 25th
5716    04:31

❝

I thought I was so goddamn lucky
Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first
Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday
Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted
Lucky that I got to kiss you at all
Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that I got to sleep next to you
Lucky to be in love
Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest
Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me
Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months
Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart

But how unlucky it is to love someone too much,
To be torn apart
How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

❞

- (via extrasad)

❝

I thought I was so goddamn lucky
Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first
Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday
Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted
Lucky that I got to kiss you at all
Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded
Lucky that you loved me
Lucky that I got to sleep next to you
Lucky to be in love
Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest
Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me
Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months
Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart

But how unlucky it is to love someone too much,
To be torn apart
How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

❞

- (via extrasad)
extrasad
(via bubbly)
Reblogged at 4:31am
on October 25th
3    03:40

june 13, 2016 11:35 PM

peaceful-suffering:

“I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt.”

All I remember was that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how many ways I could tell you that the cold steel against your skin wasn’t doing you any good. I didn’t know how many more ways I had to tell you that I loved you, I didn’t know that you had all this pain still bottled up inside of you. I didn’t know what I could do to make it better and i felt so small just thinking of the mere concept that you needed somebody to help you and that I wasn’t doing enough.

And as I ran my fingers along your healed scars, I wanted to tell you that you meant more than everything to me. I wanted to tell you how brave and beautiful you are, but I could never find the words to describe how you took all the stars in the sky and left them for me to find within your eyes.

It was as if the pain inside if you begged to be heard, and the tiny droplets of crimson sadness had a way of speaking the ideas that words could not.

One thing was certain to me, and that was that it didn’t matter that I cut my fingertips on the shattered pieces you left behind; I would be there to pick up every last one.

june 13, 2016 11:35 PM

peaceful-suffering:

“I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt.”

All I remember was that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how many ways I could tell you that the cold steel against your skin wasn’t doing you any good. I didn’t know how many more ways I had to tell you that I loved you, I didn’t know that you had all this pain still bottled up inside of you. I didn’t know what I could do to make it better and i felt so small just thinking of the mere concept that you needed somebody to help you and that I wasn’t doing enough.

And as I ran my fingers along your healed scars, I wanted to tell you that you meant more than everything to me. I wanted to tell you how brave and beautiful you are, but I could never find the words to describe how you took all the stars in the sky and left them for me to find within your eyes.

It was as if the pain inside if you begged to be heard, and the tiny droplets of crimson sadness had a way of speaking the ideas that words could not.

One thing was certain to me, and that was that it didn’t matter that I cut my fingertips on the shattered pieces you left behind; I would be there to pick up every last one.

derekkluu
(via derekkluu)
Reblogged at 3:40am
on October 25th