How easy it is,
pretending to move on.
The rapid passage of life
and time fools us all into
believing that it doesn’t hurt
anymore,
until one morning three years
later I awaken from a dream
of a funeral I was never able
attend and the edges of
my heartstrings sit a little
too raw, a little too sore and
somehow still feeling a little too
young for a girl to lose her
grandfather.
As I sit on the…
grief
01:24
the image of your face has faded as it always will. the touch of your hand and the feel of your skin, it has faded, as it always will. Distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder, it makes the heart grow forgetful. But lucky me, with all my flaws that you somehow seem to turn into perfections, I am so lucky to have a heart with an eidetic memory for the way it soars when I see your face. So when…
Words for my mother
you like to tell me that whenever I’m away, Foreigners’ “waiting for a girl like you” somehow seems to find its way onto your car speakers. Little do you know that being away from you makes every 80’s power ballad we’ve sung together play on repeat, in the quiet parts of my heart that haven’t yet learned how to be without you. There is no noise quite like the silences where your voice should be…
nerrissearchhistorytheoriginal:
JUST FUCKING LISTEN.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT
reblog so others can hear it!
Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.
*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON*
this is some insta-reblog shit, my friends, i’m like 20 seconds in
HELL YES I LOVE THIS
What is this masterpiece?
10000000/10
@purediamondtrash for Sunny
// HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT
YESPLEASE MM//
MY SEX SONG BITCH
Before listening: I’m a little scared of how into this people are.
After listening: IF THIS SONG WAS A PERSON, I’D LET THEM FUCK ME
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I REBLOGGED IN LIKE A FEW SECONDS OMG
And when was the last time That you revelled Truly revelled In the infinite possibility Of this life. Because I’ve started doing it Every day And from a night that I Thought never ending The sun has shown her Face over a horizon once Frozen solid, and ever so quietly said: “Welcome home; I’ve waited for so long.”
how you can make me feel these tidal waves of guilt, for the one night of rough seas you were made to endure, please take my apology. I was supposed to be a lagoon for you, blue in all my perfection, a harbour to moor and heal, shelter. You forget I have storms of my own, too.
hearts don’t break around here
hearts don’t break around here
how much further away can one person feel? surely there’s a number of miles that fit the maximum, but here I am sat in London town realizing that distance is no longer the increments between a person and another or a place but that it is the times that they’ve said goodbye to people they love, over and over again, Tell me how many tines you’ve had to say goodbye to the person that only you have…
fight
and so it begins so many different kinds of days what it is like to fight with with the perfect person to wait and see just how the days turn out when you just can’t ask for anything more. One day you’ll ask me, why did you stick around, when some days, it felt like each was just harder than the next. Maybe it has always been because even after each time that I’ve seen you, from that first day in…
