this was probably one of the saddest moments of my childhood
back when pokemon gave you severe feels
"I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong."
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via aestheticintrovert)
(Source: observando, via langleav)
"People get drunk.
They kiss the wrong person.
And pretend to be okay.
People will do anything
to distract their heart.
They will do anything to
distract it from
— (via l-eer)
(Source: rub-me-the-right-way, via langleav)
"And if they truly love you, they
would not look at someone
else the way they look at you
and they would not leave you
when they got bored and then
come back to you and blame
this upon you and if they truly
love you, they would never lace
your skin in bruises and your mind
with poisonous thoughts in every
crevice and if they truly love you,
they would never lie to you no matter
how big or how small and they would
not deceive you and make you feel
worthless and if they truly love you,
they would not ignore your texts
or pretend they forgot and they
would not dismiss your feelings
and make a storm brew in your
cloudy eyes and if they truly love
you, they would talk about their
future and always include you
and they would always apologize
for any mistake they made rather
than try to justify their actions
and if they truly love you, if they
truly care about you, they should
never ever choke on the sentence,
“I love you.”"
— If they truly love you. (via dollpoetry)
"Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto."
— By Joshua Espinoza (via quibbler)
(Source: doubtsbestally, via whisperingbones)