“Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best.”
courting-insanity: I’ve found myself in a sort of rut. Part of me wants to contain my anxiety and depression, wants to destroy it, abandon it. But then, part of me doesn’t want to. It’s so familiar it feels like a part of me. I’m afraid that if I try and get rid of it I won’t be myself anymore. I’ll be a watered down version of what I once was. My name will no longer fit. I don’t know if this is only me or not and I wasn’t sure where to turn. Thank you for your time.
“It’s hard for me to decide whether or not I miss you, whether or not I just miss the feelings you gave me. Your name will pop up one day, and I’ll notice. But I won’t smile; I won’t get excited. I think that’s what time’s done for me. It hasn’t let me forget you, it just let me forget all the feelings and memories that came with you.”
-it’s been a year and something about us still feels incomplete | a.m
i never knew how fast i would fall in love with you. i never knew how deep my love would grow for you. and all i want is our love to grow deeper and stronger. because you are everything to me and i hope with all my heart you feel the same way.
I miss this summer. I honestly don’t know why it’s 2:19am and why I’m upset reminiscing over the summer I met such amazing people, I am so grateful to have gotten to live with you. I miss seeing you guys everyday, you guys cheered me by just being able to see you. Your friendship means so much to me. Talking to one person about my day and the other playing their piano, listening to music while just lounging around and cooking as well. I never felt so much like, I guess I would say “home” I felt like my feet were on the ground. Although we are less than a mile away from each other I don’t see anyone, and I miss their presence. I think I will never forget the summer I lived with such amazing people who became so dear to me. I wish we could see each other more often, or just even speak more often. Maybe this is what the call late night thoughts but oh well, it’s just been on my mind for a while. I miss you.
Dear November,
Take it easy on me. I can barely see. I walk through the fog that seems like just yesterday was the warmth of the sun. I’m not ready for the cold, not ready for the loneliness, not ready for the darkness that swallows me as each winter comes.
She was rain.
The way she drummed her fists
against my chest,
demanding to be let in,
the way she rolled her eyes like thunder.
She was rain:
persistent,
spontaneous,
and it took a very special person to love her.
