Tired Of Waking Up With The Same Ache In My Chest That I Went To Sleep With

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you

And yet it's not enough

Because I was never the one for you

Even though you were the one for me

top ten humbling experiences: forcing yourself to choke down food with shaky hands while trying not to faint

— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)

I'm gonna find and kill the person who said 'adulthood is just one crisis after another'

because it's not. it's MULTIPLE fucking crises AT THE SAME TIME

It's never a single thing that kills you

It's death by a million paper cuts

you think I'm special? no honey, I'm special NEEDS

I love poetry so much that I keep falling in love with poets

I always sleep with one eye open, on the door

scared of the eyes I think will stare back

Grey

Whenever I love something, I put a little piece of my heart into it. Kind of like a horcrux. But a piece of it also lodges itself in my soul, making it its home.

I am the sum of each book I've read, every movie I've watched, each place I've been. I am every person around me.

But I am also the culmination of every mistake I've ever made. Every negative thought, each bad feeling, each horrible experience.

Everything, good and bad, coexists in me. I am every moment I've lived.

The happy and nostalgic moments with friends, the horrible fights with family. The exciting new experiences, the traumatic moments I wish to forget. The white mixed with the black, painting a hauntingly beautiful landscape in a thousand different shades of grey.

But the whole is supposedly greater than the sum of its parts. Maybe someday, I can be more than all that makes me up. Maybe someday, I can be that whole.