"i was talking to my uncle today
and he said -
he had great loves
when he was my age,
but as great as they were
he doesn’t remember their names.

and my heart sunk
to the pit of my stomach,
because i imagined you,
years from now,
saying the same thing
to your kids,
trying to remember
what you called me."

m.v., athazagoraphobia (the fear of forgetting, or being forgotten). (via findingwordsforthoughts)

larana:

I’d be lying if I told you that losing you was something I could handle.

"

Therapist: How did it feel? When you saw him again?

Me: I was so nervous on the way there but then when I rounded on the corner and I could see his face, this peace came over me. But it wasn’t peace exactly. It didn’t feel like a happy-peace.

Therapist: What did it feel like?

Me: Like the peace you feel when you’re done trying, when you finished a long race. It wasn’t triumph. I felt exhausted.

Therapist: Does that mean you feel like you’ve moved on?

Me: No. I’m exhausted of trying to act like I don’t love him anymore. I’m accepting the fact that I always will.

"

Weekly Talks with my Therapist II (via letters-to-the-sea)

girlsinmerzbowshirts:

raptorific:

I hit words at random on iOS 8’s new predictive text feature so I could see what type of sentence my phone thinks I’m likely to say, and

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I DO THIS TOO ITS REALLY FUN

croutoncat:

i have hit rock bottom and its only tuesday

(via radiantshine)

revolucianado:

revolucianado:

tryin to clean my house and listen to Beyonce at the same time

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I didn’t almost break my neck for 4 notes you fuckers

(via radiantshine)

"You can’t be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes."