“every now and then, I find myself staring at your pictures and think about all the things I fell in love with — your pretty eyes and your beautiful nose. I think of the mark between your fingers and the touch of your hand. It’s been a long time since you decided to walk away but I still remember you once said that my hand fit perfectly in yours and you’d never let go of it. That’s what you wanted, at least my heart believed you did. I know I should forget you — I must forget you and fall out of love but it’s not easy. I mean, if I could, I would but I still hear those promises you made and the words you whispered in my ear. I know, you no longer love me like you said you loved me but I hope you know I loved you when I said I did and your absence never made a difference to it. But you will never know."
Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
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Missing home is a pain I have always felt ever since I was a child I still feel it deeply.....my heart still hurts and aches💔
Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
"I felt very still and very empty,
the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
—Sylvia Plath
the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
—Sylvia Plath
Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes, they roar back again.
—Sylvia Plath
But I grow old and I forget your name
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes, they roar back again.
—Sylvia Plath
I am always here. Whatever you might feel,whatever pain you are going through I am here to listen . Even when you feel noone understands you or if you feel any weakness in talking about what hurt you,remember the right ear wont make you feel that way. Anytime night or day I will be here to listen. Please feel free to contact me 🖤🖤🖤
@YeabT29
@YeabT29
Forwarded from Wild (buttercup)
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