Visit me in my dreams. So you can tell me what form your soul takes when it leaves your body. That way, it’ll be easier for me to find you — in another world or another time. I’ll be staring at the stars like you told me to, waiting patiently for any sign of you, my lighthouse.
I love you forever, Marnix.
I’m not a survivor, I’m a victim.
A survivor finds the will to live again.
I am trying to find reasons
to stop what is left of me from flowing out of my wrists.
118 00 000 seconds and I can barely find the will to breathe.
soliloquy of the solipsist, sylvia plath
Grieving for someone who is alive is bad and enough.
Imagine grieving for someone who’s never coming back.
I wanted him.
I really wanted him.
But you don’t know what you don’t know so I wasn’t missing out.
Sorry to my unknown lover. - @seluleko
“A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”— Oscar Wilde (via quotemadness)
““Why do you always push me away?” “Because,” I said to her, “you remind me of all the love I am trying to get rid of.” “But somehow, I really can’t seem to stay away from you so I decide to make you stay away instead.””— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #226 // All that I need (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
