17, New York. Waiting. I'm waiting to figure out my path in life. Waiting for the day to get out of this town and away from these people. Nowadays it feels like everyone has lost who they are and I just want to fast-forward to when I finally reach the point in my life where I know who I am. Of course I do realize its the journey that counts so I shouldn't be too eager. Some things I've learned is that most memories just belong in the past, and I refuse to look over my shoulder each time I walk away. I suggest the same advice for everyone else because honestly, the more people dwell on the familiar memories, the longer it takes to move on in life.
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
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I told you that I loved you more. I fucking told you so.
i know, deep down inside, that you’ll end up breaking my heart and walking away
and all I’ll do , is thank you for your time .
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.
the saddest part is
i don’t know why i feel like this
i just feel it
slowly enveloping itself
around my ribs
until i just can’t bring myself to breathe anymore