I am just an illusion ~
Anonymous asked:
Don't say that. I don't know your life story but always have a little hope. Plus I really like your blog and what I would I do if I didn't have you to reblog from anymore. 😰

Thank you for your kind words





I couldn’t be more ready for death



I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

Charles Bukowski (via expeditum)

(Source: quotes-shape-us)



I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Her [2013] (via hefuckin)

(Source: larmoyante)



If you asked me to marry you today
tomorrow I’d be out looking at dresses
because everything you say
leaves my heart restless

but it’s time I come to terms
that what we had has possibly burnt
and I won’t ever see
your smiling face

but what I said above
isn’t all true
God knows I’m still in love with you
And I still fantasize of the day
When you knock on my door and say
I love you too


E By Jamilex Castillo ( takemeback- )


Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye, at least. Lets pretend we had one.


Clementine: Bye, Joel.

Joel: I love you.

Clementine: Meet me in Montauk.



Her kisses never felt like kisses, they felt like vows she’s carving into my mouth that if ever we lose each other, she would find me in our next life.
Unknown



Follow a depression blog with a little pinch of happiness.

and it’s so fucking ironic how i keep telling other people to be brave,
when i haven’t even slept with the lights off ever since a boy told me my sadness would soon consume me.
i keep thinking back to how his words burned harsher than the cigarette smoke plunged right into my dad’s lungs.
and seriously, thinking back scares the fuck out of me.
but i shut my eyes and i keep seeing glimpses of his face;
the dimple on his left cheek that shows even when he’s not smiling,
the harsh set of his bones defining his jaw, his temples.
and by god, his eyes.
i haven’t been comfortable enough to resort to sharing myself with the dark.
i’m just afraid that losing consciousness in a pitch black room is just the same as losing anything of me i have left.
so i know i’m not ready for the lights to turn off yet,
at least not until i find my own set of brave.
my own set of hardened bones
possibly a brand new spine.

aed (via iamunheardd)







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