For the loved, lost, and forgotten

And especially the still caring

All the things that I wish I said are played in loops till it’s madness in my head.

(Source: killeh, via tempt-me)

(Source: emaciatedghost, via soulsuns)

ironic-interests:

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)

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

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)

still-dreaming:

I’m afraid I’ll never leave
afraid I’ll never know what’s good for me

(Source: modern-blog, via still-dreaming)