I Was Told There’d Be A Light At The End Of This Tunnel.

the comfort i find in the rain is kinda unreal

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how unfortunate it is that love doesn’t find you worthy enough to even give you a chance, as if even heartbreak is a privilege you are denied

- shya via yousmellofstorms

𝑇h𝑖s i𝑠 𝑚y l𝑎s𝑡 𝑙o𝑣e l𝑒t𝑡e𝑟 𝑡o y𝑜u, 𝑡h𝑜u𝑔h s𝑜m𝑒 𝑤o𝑢l𝑑 𝑐a𝑙l i𝑡 𝑎 𝑐o𝑛f𝑒s𝑠i𝑜n.

I s𝑢p𝑝o𝑠e b𝑜tℎ 𝑎r𝑒 𝑎 𝑠o𝑟t o𝑓 𝑔e𝑛t𝑙e v𝑖o𝑙e𝑛c𝑒, p𝑢t𝑡i𝑛g d𝑜w𝑛 𝑖n i𝑛k wℎa𝑡 𝑠c𝑜r𝑐h𝑒s tℎe a𝑖r wℎe𝑛 𝑠p𝑜k𝑒n a𝑙o𝑢d.

A Dowry of Blood, S.T. Gibson

We are all stardust and stories✨

You’ve waited far too long

for someone to color your heart with tenderness,

to hang love like art on the bare walls of your soul.

But time slipped through like candlelight,

and in the quiet,

dust gathered where laughter should’ve lived,

cobwebs clung to dreams left untouched.

Still, you wait—

romantic, patient, aching—

a heart dressed in longing,

hoping love will one day come

and call this place home.

faded memory

There is something to be said about the way in which a memory fades - like ink in water, rippling until it is no longer there.

It fades with the finality of a written ending, in way it leaves no room for further discussion; it simply vanishes.

And like ink in water, it is hard to catch before it leaves completely. It simply stains other memories, giving a gray veil

that wasn't there before. But its echo - that noise it made while it lived, forever remains in your brain.

~ Ely C. Winters.

Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world, to another.

- This Is How You Lose The Time War, Max Gladstone & Amal el-Mortar

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.