Anger is easier to confront than sadness.
Fuck you is easier to say than I still love you.
“I miss you. Please don’t call anymore.”— I’m not what you want
He’s not mine and he never will be. And I’m reminded every day. He’s not mine and it fucking kills me.
(my version of cherry by moose blood)
“I don’t miss you precisely. I miss having something to do on Friday nights, and someone’s arms to crawl into. I miss being a part of an us. And that’s an awful reason to hold on - being so afraid of being with yourself that you’ll give yourself to anyone else. We always hurt more than we healed and yet, I still find myself missing you. Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t.”— L.A.L. || Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t
Undrunk // Fletcher
someone: raise your hand if you thought you were okay but now you’re not okay and you’re not sure if that’s okay or not
me: *raises both hands*
“I wish I could do something right for once…”—







