"I don’t know what’s killing me more; talking to you or not talking to you"
- from my diary, march 24 (via bambive)
"Avoid the friendship of those who constantly inquire and discuss the flaws of others."
- Arabic Proverb (via mercurieux)
(Fuente: finaz315, vía melissadelrey)
"it’s been four years and i haven’t
written a single poem, my boyfriend
asks if this is how i’ve always been,
he describes me as a wildfire, i
laugh and wear lipstick and buy
expensive perfumes and drink
champagne and let electricity spill
from my wrists like oil, i vacuum
two, three - sometimes four times
a day, my therapist says that’s not
a healthy way of dealing with loss
but i tell him that neither are pills,
sometimes he asks me about you,
i say you tasted like the sun and
touched me like i was the moon, it’s
all very sad, you know? the entire
dying part? it’s all very sad, i say,
some days i don’t want to get up,
on Sundays i watch the clock, i cook
potatoes and steak for dinner, he tells
me he likes my dresses and my pink
lipstick and especially when i read
him poetry, i don’t feel guilty when
he thinks they’re about him, i do feel
guilty that they’re always about you"
- i’m sorry it had to end like this (via irynka)
"I just wanted to be enough."
6 word story (via insanity-and-vanity)
You are enough, everyone is enough.
(Fuente: connotativewords, vía melissadelrey)