I just gotta let it go.
I gotta let us go.
Let you go.
Something my best friend told me (via lesbians-i-guess)
(Source: thebr3akfasttclub)
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
(Source: inn0vation)
My love for you ends here—
…and the person who I’m sorry for the most is
myself.
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart - Al Green
5:35am April 25, 2017;
it’s my second night in a row sleeping past 5am and
i just read through years of posts on here—
most reblogged from strangers, some written by friends and a handful, by myself
… I’m relieved to remember how I wanted to love and how to be loved then—
especially knowing now that, I haven’t changed
at all
the sad part is, I’m at the place I thought I had prepared myself to be in after love ends and to be honest,
no one is ever ready to be here—falling out of love while still being in love
how do I walk out peacefully from this?never.
Someday,
I hope you know
I am writing
about you
and that you will
read every single
words I’ve written
for you
and only for you.
frostforest-deactivated20140703:
i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
