"I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue."

-i am tired of this sadness.  (via written-on-polaroids)

"you learn how to speak the language of poets
to express a certain feeling that couldn’t
be said with a simple hello,
so you learned about the veins
that run deeper than midnight thoughts
you learn how to break a heart or two,
but it was never intentional
we enjoy the pain of biting lips,
but never the pain of saying goodbye
so we learned how to feel the truth
by hearing the lie and that’s the only
way that you learned how to die
and you’ll be yourself some day
once you realize how much of yourself
that you didn’t decide to intentionally
give away and you learn how to speak
the language of regret because
the pain of not meeting them at all
finally made sense because loving someone
for this long, even though we split up–
even though we’re no longer us,
at least we happened,
at least we fucking happened–
I would rather us have touched souls
than to not have met at all
and that’s the truth about the stars"

-because even when we’re away, I know that we’ll meet again some day. and we’ll be strangers, hell we already are and yeah, we’ll still love like things never changed, but the sweetest kind of lie happens when you’re high– you tell yourself these silly goodbyes because loving someone like it was meant to be was always going to make you bleed and you’ll run out of words to say, but feel like you have so much to say (via everylittlepieceofyou)

"you’re the first person i ever thought about having a future with.."

-where did you go? (via bord3rlinebad)