Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.
That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
The hardest thing to do when you go back underwater, is talk about what the sky was like.
You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.
Things just break sometimes. Maybe we should blame that third person we became, that personality we shared together. Maybe it’s their fault because you’re a good person and I think I’m a good person too. We just weren’t made for this.
I Wrote This For You: The Fragments Belong Together (via debilitating
You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
I’ve tried to put you down on paper so many times. But you keep getting up.
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.
I don’t care how many fish there are in the sea. I don’t want a fish. I want you.