broadwaybound2016:

I have a legitimate fear that I am unlovable.

angelealowes:

“I twist like a sunflower At the sound of your voice”

— Kait Rokowski, from “The Civil Guillotine” in So Much For the Mercy Kill

tellherium:

“His lips were sweet, like a candy apple, but his goodbye was bitter, like a shot of whiskey at 7am.”

— E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

tellherium:

“How can the moth Drawn to the flame End up with both The burn and the blame”

— Mt // I’m sure there’s an analogy about us in there somewhere (via tellherium)

tellherium:

“I never asked about your girlfriends because they didn’t worry me. Breakups bring closure, you button them up like old shirts and stow them away. I was interested in the girls you never dated, never broke up with. The ones who came with loose ends and what-ifs. The ones with mystery and unfinished endings, stories that could write back into yours, into ours. Stories that could write me out. I called them the Almosts. The Almosts have a way of hanging around, like loose shirts draped over chairs or stuffed in the backs of drawers. Just because they aren’t part of your everyday routine doesn’t mean they couldn’t be. So as sad as I am that we are parting ways, I can only hope that this is temporary, that we will be written back into each other’s lives at a different time. Maybe I am just another almost, but at least that means that I haven’t been packed away for good. Maybe I’m just a shirt that still fits, but just got lost under the bed. Maybe you’ll realize you still love me when you try me on again in a few years. Its a lot easier to grab a shirt draped over a chair than one that’s been packed away. But then again, you were never very tidy. I’m sure you have shirts lying everywhere.”

— Almosts // Mt

suspend:

“It feels so right yet it seems so wrong to be with you.”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)