Addiction.
Cigarettes make you calm.
Alcohol makes you forget.
Drugs make you happy.
Starving makes you proud.
Sex makes you feel loved.
Self-harm makes you numb.
Sleep makes you stop feeling.
We’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away.
(via evilcryonthesilk)
(via thelovejournals)
…And we used ‘I love you’ like an apology for the things we couldn’t give each other.
Burned a fire inside myself to keep you warm but you only saw the colors
The one the thing
I had not known
was that you’d
stop talking to me,
and then every hour,
I would check my phone,
I wouldn’t get a word from you
but you don’t know
how it felt
to be so alone.
Yet without you,
I am prone to the isolation.
I just wish how I felt
hadn’t been something
to become unknown.
Look, I wouldn’t be lying if I said you know me the best of anyone, but that truth is my least favorite thing about me.
(via notherdivision-deactivated20230)
So I cried and he asked me if I was okay, and I told him the truth. “You think my feelings for you will leave the second those words flies over your tongue? It’s so messed up. I don’t want to go cry to someone else, I want to go to you like I always do when I’m upset but thing is you’re the one who hurt me. You don’t want to be my person anymore, that really fucking hurts, and you know what: this isn’t even your problem anymore.”