you are the poem god wrote to keep me alive. he didnt expect, though, that the lines i saw in your body would inspire me to copy them in my own arm. the irony...
whats fun about being here if every single day i'll regret each decision i've ever made...?
whats fun about that? that long-lasting desire, the "i miss you" that gets stuck in your throat every time you see her
its not even about searching for the fun anymore. whats the point of living like this if i cant live with myself and the terrible decisions i've made? whats the point of living in a world without you, V? where's the fun? how can i go on? so many questions, and no answers... bleh
if soul mates do exist i have already met mine. and i left her in another fucking country because i was too afraid of change
Valen, i miss u but i cant change the past, and there are oceans between us now... i feel we will meet again, our story's not over yet. i really hope so.
how could i ever deal with this if i am even more afraid of losing her than i am of feeling all this pain forever?
i want her to be mine just as i am hers. it is killing me. one more month of this and i'll be officially dead inside. maybe outside too.
for now i have one reason to be alive. and she keeps showing me that she'll never want me the way i want her. im lost in a maze which all the time brings me, on purpose, every jealous, exhausting and melancholic feeling that has ever been felt in the world. i cant take it forever
one day alex turner said: "be cruel to me, cause i'm a fool for you"... but dont, please. be kind to me, be kind. i cant suffer another loss after everything i've been through. love is kind, light and warm. just like each feeling you've brought to me since we met
@iLeona296@wnrstweets you cant say that for sure. there are bad people in this world that love to hurt the others. we should comfort the hurt people, so they dont turn to the bad side
like i went to a small ice cream store the other day and there was a beautiful interaction between a kid and a grandmother, or today, i was walking around with my dog and saw a group of friends making fun of something silly.. these ordinary things give my writing such a boost idk
hey mr @richardsiken, sometimes i ponder that going out alone and paying attention to ordinary things/stories that are happening around me can help me and inspire me with my writing
does that make sense? i was wondering if it happens to you too