Three years and this is where it ends. Maybe I should have seen it coming. I don’t have a thing left for you.
(via theladyfish)
honesty
is lying in bed on a cold morning,
staring at the ceiling and whispering:
“i am lonely.”
“i am sad.”
“i am achingly empty.”
“i am gut-wrenchingly terrified.”
it is squeezing your eyes shut
and replying to yourself:
“but you are not weak.”
(via c-rystalize)
(via ladylindy)
