feb 12 2017 - final post

the heartache wont last. here’s a poem i wrote

I think it’s okay

if i never forget you. if you’re forever a puncture in my lungs. if i go around wheezing your name like a broken accordion. i think its okay. i can survive like this. someone will ask about my greatest love. i’ll squeeze a song out of myself. tell them that i don’t know what became of you but i remember your hands on my skin. that is enough. together we learned that love isn’t peace

i can live like this.

bpd–ghostie:

i’ve been suicidal for so long that i’ve just been assuming i wouldn’t live even as long as i have so i never thought about anything long term and now i have no idea what i’m going to do and i’m more afraid to live than i ever was to die

(via mothervenuss)

Anonymous asked: Miss you dearly

:-( 

In her darkest moment, no one showed up

Anonymous asked: Miss seeing you darling. How are things?

hi! things are very good, which explains why i’m not really on here anymore. and i’m very busy. but thanks for the thought