I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.

It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

—   ~ Brian Andreas, Story People (via conflictingheart)

(Source: floriental, via conflictingheart)

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”

—   ~ Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via conflictingheart)

(Source: vrban, via conflictingheart)

“…it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.”

—   ~ Lang Leav, from Dead Butterflies (via conflictingheart)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via conflictingheart)

My Tundra


My emotional well has become a tundra. Leaving me only with anger. I need to change something, somehow, someway. A release, a geyser from a hot spring below the surface so it rains new under the sun and onto the landscape for growth. Now there is none of that, nothing. All quiet and no life. Just…

I Don’t Hear Enough


The english language
has too many words
not enough sounds
to flow like a river
off tongues
into ears like caves
through your mind
like a melody
to stay in your heart
where they can live
like an echo.

(Source: by-grace-of-god, via zenarchism)

… you don’t have to wait for someone to treat you bad repeatedly. All it takes is once, and if they get away with it that once, if they know they can treat you like that, then it sets the pattern for the future.

“unlike you, the ache will not leave.”

—   feelings 9:38 p.m. // 3.18.24 (via poutylilgirl)

(Source: bedsigh, via sevannadi)