a mess of a dreamer.

a mess of a dreamer.

My mom came in my room yesterday and said, “Have you seen Lora?” No, I told her. No, I haven’t. “It’s the strangest thing,” she said. “She’s stopped answering my calls, she’s stopped eating dinner, she’s stopped responding when I call her name. I saw her last week and when I asked her a question she just looked at me blankly.” I looked at her blankly. “Now she’s just disappeared completely. Say, by the way, who are you?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” “Alright. Well, if you see Lora, let me know.” I nodded, turned back to the blank wall, closed my eyes, and disappeared completely.

This Is What Depression Felt Like For Awhile | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

there are universes where i never kissed you
i never learned what it was like
when you stopped kissing back
or how quickly intimacy becomes
bruised knees in the backseat
of your father’s station wagon, trying
not to let you hear me cry over the sound
of the music that only you like and
in some universes you might still
love me like how you used to like
how you would nuzzle against my neck
and ask for more time cuddling in bed and
you’d hunt for my hand to hold no matter
the situation
in some universes maybe i even
take that for granted

but i can’t remember the last time you meant
those three little words when they fell out of
your lips because recently all it’s been
are half-truths and stutterings when you think
you’ve got to say something

in some universes i am not picturing her hair
spread across your pillow or how her laugh
punctures the air or how she fits so much better
against your body
than i ever did
and in some universes i never tasted you
so i haven’t started brushing my teeth
until i bleed and when i lie down at night
i just go to sleep i don’t stay up

how it is possible
i never saw all of this

Did you ever love me or was I just dreaming? (2/2) /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

She’s sweet, but she’s fucked-up.

So shame on me now.

The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgemental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday.

Unknown (via llavendeur)

(via gayjxde)

I think I have to stop expecting people to help me through things.
At the end of the day, most people get bored of problems that aren’t their own.
So maybe if I keep shit to myself, people will like me far more for it.

I wanna see you but you’re not mine.

Undo, The 1975 (via 400eurojob)

(via these-fading-scars)


A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton


A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton