I dread texting you back and meeting up. What sort of friendship is this? I comfort myself with the thought that it'll be over in five years. If I won't worry about it in five years, I don't need to worry about it now. There, I'll let out the sigh I didn't realise I was holding. In the same way I'll let go of your hand. There, it'll be that simple.
you must be patient, darling. you must learn to wait and watch. i know i am not easy to deal with. i make big deals of little things but i promise you those little things mean everything to me. and my mood matches the weather. when it’s storming, i am shaking at the claps of thunder and the lightning ignites a bright anger from within. in the sunshine, i too am shining, possibly even brighter than the sun. when it’s a gray day, you can find me alone and stuck in my head. for that i am horribly sorry. i am not the best at showing my love but i swear that my eyes will find you when you aren’t looking and i will see the entire universe before me. so this is a letter to you, my love, in hopes the weather won’t get to you too.
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December 17, 2018 6:18pm EST
Feel my blood runnin, swear the sky’s fallin I know that all this s.hit’s fabricated Time goes by and I can’t control my mind Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time Just keep breathin and breathin and breathin and b r e a t h i n
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen Don't tell me I must die and come back only in Spring I want to breathe in the cold of winter and live in the tears of autumn I want to watch cities crumble, and people rebuild what's left There are meteors waiting to collide with us, this is just the beginning. I don't want to be a flower, I want to be an evergreen I'm tired of having wilted petals, and tender hands caressing me I am sturdy, I hold my own I want to constantly renew myself until the rest of the world doesn't stand a chance. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
i believe when angels are bored they watch the story of you two coming together on repeat. heaven knows, for her, there is no other place safer than your arms; for her, your leather-jacket breath is paradise enough. —SADE ANDRIA ZABALA, praying for william
Look I don’t mean to frustrate but I always make the same mistakes cause I’m b a d a t l o v e but you can’t blame me for trying you know I’ll be lying saying y o u w e r e t h e o n e that could finally fix me looking at my history I ’ m b a d a t l o v e