i sit here constantly wondering. my bones say so much back to me. i am not fine. i know what happened. what went wrong. it was lack of awareness. the value i hold for you today is remarkable. it goes unnoticed countless days. days i feel as if pass faster than cars. ever since i met you my life was changed. can’t you see this wall you built for me. i am nothing. i have nothing. we are something. i wish only for one day. one day to make peace. one day to make you see.
this isn’t healthy. it doesn’t go down well.
i see and feel this everywhere.
a constant shadow following you around. mistakes can kill the strongest of men.
When people rant about people who rant on specific days. Mainly holidays. The world is full of uselessness. We take advantage of everything and everyone. I think it’s alright to slow down and make one day have a meaning once in a while. When every other day falls to the wayside. People are always concerned with others. Concern yourself with, yourself. There is nothing greater in this world than knowing you and who you will be. We have the most impact on ourselves. Be happy no matter what. All the mistakes, all the people, all the drugs will be there no matter what. One person. One life. One mind. And so many thoughts. (this is actually more upbeat than I usually am.) Judgement is only fun when you can accept it back. We are all at fault. We all have faults. -Sal
“‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’
‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’
‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’
‘Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’”—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via boxofoctaves)
I can spend all day staring at my phone. Hoping you’d be the one to say something. All day. I wonder if ever a moment passes that you feel at all similar. I forgot your number. Believe me. If I didn’t. You’d be first to know.