All the things that I wish I said are played in loops till it’s madness in my head.
(via s-l-i-t--w-r-i-s-t)
(Source: emaciatedghost, via soulsuns)
I hate the way I’m not a constant in your life. I’m welcomed or turned away depending in how you’re feeling that day.
I’m scared that I’m not a constant in anyone’s life.
I’m scared of a lot of things.
Look at us now, this isn’t how we wanted us to turn out.
Everything here reminds me of you, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of anything. I need the letters, the gifts, and all the memories behind them. I need reassurance that all of this was real; that I wasn’t making it up. You existed. I need to know that at one point I was truly happy. And I wanna be able to feel that way again. I need to remember that feeling and this is the only way I know how; living through dreams and memories of you.
(Source: fountaine, via still-dreaming)
It’s funny how we feel so much, but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
(Source: twelveoddmonths, via still-dreaming)
And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
(Source: iwrotethisforyou.me, via still-dreaming)
I’m afraid I’ll never leave
afraid I’ll never know what’s good for me
(via still-dreaming)
(Source: modern-blog, via still-dreaming)
(via only-by-night)

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