And I don't want to be okay. I'm used to it.
Fucking hell I’m not okay
I never was
Difference between promises and memories?
We break promises.
And our memories break us.
Me: I don’t give a fuck
Also Me: *gives way to many fucks*
Förlåt mamma, men din dotter är riktigt fucked up.
you broke me
you killed the child that I was
you caused permanent psychological damage
you broke me
just to get off? are you proud of yourself?
you always did like seeing me cry
tell me you still love me
“I fall too fast, crash too hard, forgive too easily and care too much.”
— unknown (quote of the day 2)
damn it's been some time and blood looks much mire vibrantvtjan i remember
TW SH
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“There are nights I cry so hard that my body aches and I shake and I have to put my head in the pillow so no one hears me. There are also nights I’m happy that you’re happy and I think everything happens for a reason. And there are also nights where I feel nothing at all. But there is never a night that you don’t cross my mind.”
jean rhys, good morning, midnight
[text: ‘What happened to you, what happened’ he says. ‘Something bad must have happened to make you like this.’ / ‘One thing? It wasn’t one thing. It took years. It was a slow process.’]