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#excerpt from a book ill never write
mistymoon-king · 11 months
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I am well known for remembering. I remember birthdays, memories, I even remember what my best friend had on their grocery list back in 2019.
I can’t seem to forget anything, and to others I am wildly convenient. But to myself.. I am exhausted.
I am grieving everything every single day. I miss all days, I will miss today. I am everywhere and anywhere all at once.
For once I wish I could just be here
Longing | June 5th, 2023
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everfleur · 1 year
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i used to think fear would forever live inside of me;
embracing my organs, etched into every single cell,
marking every crevice its territory as it makes its way into my bloodstream.
i used to believe it has consumed me—that i breathe it, like i’m made of it
until this moment.
i know there are still remnants of it, though, as i can still feel it lingering in me.
but damn, it’s so comforting to know
that i’m beginning to let it out of me,
be it piece by piece, even if it’ll take me another decade.
i can smile at the thought that it’s possible to live with less of it.
//i
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one-futilerat · 1 year
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And she wanted to scream. She wanted to shatter glass and tear pages out of her books. She wanted to stomp on wooden frames until they were nothing but splinters under her feet. She wanted to break anything and everything as quickly and as ferociously as he had broken her.
–you cannot fathom how much i hate you
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m00sebl00dd · 2 years
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after five whole years, and two failed attempts - why is it you i still crave at 2am, when the vodka and cigarettes can’t scorch your name out of my god damn fucking throat?
the tears still slip silently down my cheeks like a shower in spring - the way they did the day you decided i wasn’t what you needed anymore.
god, why did i let you slip through my fingers… twice?
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acyllus · 2 years
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I never understood why people won't realize what they do when they leave without another thought.
That they are attached to others.
That they are tearing parts out of them.
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ultraprism · 5 months
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There is very little I think of more than him.
His pitch black hair that he groomed himself that morning, perfectly sculpted with not a hair out of place. Naturally bronzed complexion, thick dark eyebrows framing his face, and the richest brown - almost black eyes you have ever seen. He always maintained eye contact as if the other person's eyes held the cure for cancer and if by staring at them long enough he would eventually get it. He is particular in cleanliness and if things are crooked or out of place. He loves fast cars, Seinfeld, hot coffee, classic rock music, and undeniably adores his daughters. He loves ponytails and feminine women. And as I recite these traits, I wonder if to him I am just a stop along the way to his eventual destination.
But in the meantime, I am drowning in his ocean.
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yakultstan · 2 months
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I’ve discovered the warmth of life, I just can’t get close enough to feel it.
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abreathlessword · 1 year
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I’ll never stop feeling like there are more words left in my heart, and that some of them are bound to make you stay. I will pray like never before, I will wait, I will hope.
That one day you will look at me and see me again, not the image in your mind we both wish we could forget. Our love is frozen in this spot of time, tainted and cracking like ice. Don’t stay stuck in the past, keep building towards a future with me. I will fall through the ice and forever be cold and unrevivable if you don’t grab my hand.
- A. F. J.
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tansdiary · 10 months
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i'm tired today i'll go where the winds would take me and i trust it to take me to the moon a place where i'd find my sanity
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lost-in-time-marie · 5 months
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It was a grey and overcast afternoon, as I sat outside breathing the cool, humid air, ripe with the heavy rain soon to come, and I thought to myself, there is still pain in my heart, but for the first time, I feel like I can live with it.
~K.
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poetici · 2 months
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Dear friend
I know you've been carrying the weight of your illness for so long. I know it's tough to cope up everyday. You feel like giving up. You were hopeful initially- you had it in you to fight this. But now you feel hopeless and lost. You've lost that spark inside of you, the very same that made you a warrior.
Friend, you are a warrior still. Just because you've given up doesn't mean the fight is over yet. You are stronger than the battles you face.
I know it's challenging. But what really matters is showing up everyday, even if you don't feel like it, even if you're tired.
Learn to rest, not quit. Even if you do quit, that's okay. You can always start again- that's the beauty of life.
Friend, you are not alone. There is someone somewhere out there waiting to meet a person like you, waiting to witness the magic that you have within.
Think of that person and think of those who love you. I just want to say that you are loved each second of the day. Never ever forget that you are a beautiful creation of the universe. You got this.
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mistymoon-king · 10 months
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sometimes I want to cry at the thought of you not knowing me any more
are those happy tears or are they sad tears?
truthfully I’ll never know.
they are just tears, and I will feel them for what they are, and as time passes I’ll continue to grow
and as I continue to grow, I will continue to become newer versions of myself you’ll probably never meet
but god, if you loved me then, I swear you would love me now a thousand times more
I Think This Is Healing | July 4th, 2023
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everfleur · 1 year
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i’m sorry that you love me.
of all people, you chose to love someone like me; someone broken, seemingly unfixable. you picked me, a gentle rose that slowly pricks you with its thorns. bleeding, you still chose to stay.
i’m sorry that you keep choosing to stay.
you know that i would walk through fire for you, but you also know that i could be the fire that could burn you. you know that i am capable of loving, but i don’t know if you know that i am also capable of loving you too much to the point that i might suffocate you.
i’m sorry that simply loving me is a risk.
you know that. you’ve promised me it’s a risk you’re willing to take. and i’m sorry that it’s even a risk in the first place. i know that saying sorry doesn’t mean anything, that i keep apologising but doing it all again.
i don’t know what to say to comfort you, but all you need to know is that i’m trying my best to heal. it’s taking a long time, but thank you for your will and love to wait for me. to wait for the me that you truly deserve.
//i
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spidey-bie · 5 months
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"Y'know I'd die for you if you asked me too."
She turned the page of her book, continuing on as if her previous statement were casual conversation.
"Please don't."
He took the book out her hand, forcing her to look up at him.
"I'd rather you live for me instead."
-Techpunk blurb from a story I'll never write
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filthylibrabitch · 4 months
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in another universe, i get accepted into the college i wanted
in another universe, i'm not questioning if i'd even fit in at that college
in another universe, i cant be diagnosed with anything
in another universe i was a happy kid
in another universe, i'm not questioning if it was abuse or not
in another universe, i'm not crying in my room every night
in another universe, i'm sorrounded by the warmth of friends and family
in another universe, i'd be able to rely on people
in another universe, i'd be in my apartment filled with warmth, love, patience, and my favorite snacks
in another universe, i'd feel safe and happy, and worthy of all love
and in that other universe, i'd be accepted with open arms
but this is reality, and not that other universe
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eddiemunsongf · 2 years
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jason calls her angel and eddie calls her princess and neither feel quite right. she prefers princess, though. at least princesses are human.
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