andrew

consciousness incarnated in a bipedal homo sapien avatar

[drifting... @rottedwithin]

my soul is too large
for this fragile skin

it spills out at the edges
every time
you speak my name

[love drops @lovedropx]

And what if I miss you for the rest of my life?

[RipplesAgain @RipplesOnceMore]

the sure
allure of her
pure form

[andrew @wiredescapes]

And tonight, I am empty

[َ @gffyoq]

i yearn for you in ways my heart can't take.

[ieva @mourninglambs]

Can this stop happening to me

[lxlia @lxlyuh]

my love for you has irrevocably changed me

[dreaming peony @dreamscaffold]

a memory of woodland violets and tree shadows on the wall

[n @onlywithn]

i am afraid i will spend entire years trying not to need you

[Charles Bukowski Legacy @Bukowskiquot]

“People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.”

— Charles Bukowski

[atemporal @atemporal_es]

Supongo que extrañarte es el costo de haberte tenido.

[em @meloydd]

i’ll pray to the heavens to bring you back to me, even after you’re gone

[trex @_trexszn]

Grief is unpredictable. A sound, a scent, or a song can turn into heartbreak.