june and after: Let's Skip Ahead to the Good Part
Sometimes I want to skip to the part where we’ve been together a really long time. I don’t need the passion of the beginning — the urgency, the unfamiliarity, the shaky ground. I am stressed out and I am on edge. I want to be where we’ve been mentally, during this quick courtship and how fast we…
This. This is what I want. What I wanted. But you didn’t and its painful.
june and after: sadegrass: The more and more I move on from you, the meaner you...
The more and more I move on from you, the meaner you become. I don’t even know who you are anymore and that is a phenomenon of break-ups I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. You go from knowing how many breaths they take in a moment because your head rises and falls on their…
I hate nights like this when I feel so overwhelmed that I have to remind myself to breathe. Breathing should be natural, so why should I have to tell myself how to until I can?
(via juneandafter)
june and after: What if I'm always first to leave?
It’s almost that time of year again, the one we’ve all had the misfortune of knowing intimately. Here comes another Leaving Season, I say to myself, and taste it in my morning coffee. Taste it in the way spring drops sunshine upon even the most persistent end-of-winter chill (a winter swan song,…
"Letting someone go — when it is a necessary act of self-preservation, something that has to come if you expect to move forward in life — is regarded as a kind of victory. You have successfully overcome an emotional trauma that once surrounded you like a kind of fog which prevented you from ever seeing the sun. People will tell you, always with the best intentions, that one day you are going to wake up and realize that you are okay, and your life is not immediately over because they are no longer a part of it. And this is true, though it’s not the net positive that we are so quick to label it as. Because it’s not as though you simply wake up one day and proclaim yourself fine, suddenly hearing birds chirp and children laugh after months of only your own oppressive silence. You simply start to forget, feeling the acute pain of the loss less and less as each day goes on. There will come a day when you don’t care, but you won’t notice it, because you will have other things to think about."
— Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via juneandafter)
"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via harleyelisabeth)
yes. yes he does
(Source: pavorst, via harleyelisabeth)
