❝I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.❞ - Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit

❝I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
And try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.❞ - Clementine von Radics

❝The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.❞

Anonymous asked: Do you think it's fair to my gf that I want time to myself. I just feel like I'm robbed of time, and want to get as much of it as I can for myself. I work, go to school full time for engineering, and commute to every one, including gf.

have you talked to her about it? if you make time for her with your busy schedule, it should be completely understandable for you to make time for yourself as well. it’s fair for you to want time to yourself. everyone needs their alone time.

i no longer choke on your name; my tears no longer fall over disintegrating memories of us; i no longer care or think about you because i’ve finally fucking realized how much better off i am without you in my life. you no longer own me like you always thought you would. the essence of you no longer seeps into my dreams and my heart is no longer tainted with a love gone wrong. you will never haunt me again.

it’s that day again and i’m still sad. i’ll never get over this day even though it doesn’t mean anything anymore. i thought that maybe getting away for a year i could be happy, but things have been building up and i guess i can’t handle it. oh well.