just some gud ish i fuk w/

remanence-of-love:

wnq-writers:

“To the one I could never let go, It had been almost a year since I last talked to you, but seeing you yesterday made it feel like no time had passed. However, unlike every other time we’ve found ourselves in the same orbit after long absences, I did not feel uncontrollably attracted to you. I don’t just mean in the physical sense, although I will admit any butterflies I used to feel have long been gone, but rather your magnetizing presence was lacking. For the first time since I met you four years ago, I felt nothing for you. There have been times when we came back together and I missed you more than I thought I ever would. There were also times when I wanted to make you love me again, only so I could shatter your heart into irreparable pieces. I’ve wanted you to be mine. I’ve wanted you dead. The conflict between love and hate has driven me crazy all these years, but ultimately I’ve found peace with everything you have put me through. I genuinely wish you all the happiness and comfort the future has in store, truly and sincerely. There’s so much out there for you to explore, so much for you to learn, and so much time for you to grow. As long as you never call, you never write, and you create a future without me in it, I have no doubt the two of us will find love and joy someday. I never needed you in my life, and although you were a big part of it for so long, I still don’t need you or want you in it, and I never will again.”

— lukescheerios

wordsnquotes:

It may seem like common sense to others but anyone who suffers from high-functioning anxiety (HFA) is an incredibly obsessive and perfectionist being. They often rerun conversations in their head for hours, as well as developing highly dangerous obsessive behaviour. 

But what is most surprising is that from the outside, these people seem to look like they have their sh*t together. You would never know, they will not show your where their weakness lies.

Read the article.

wnq-writers:

“it pains me to think about you, it really does. Sometimes I find myself lost in the moments we shared and I can’t help but feel my heart cracking and my fits clenching. You’re so bittersweet, you’re toxic and poisonous and you make me so angry but life without you isn’t life at all and it kills me to know that I cannot say this to you not now and not ever. I remember the time you made me feel so safe, so protected from the terrors of the night, only for you to become one of them, to somehow turn into something that makes my blood boil and my skin itch. I don’t know what happened to you, I don’t know how you slipped away from everyone, I don’t know how you got stuck in this mess of a self that you cannot escape and I’m sorry for not being able to give you a hand to hold. It hurts me how much I love you, it makes me cry and scream and it gives me nightmares, it makes me sad and scared and I don’t know how to explain it. You’re so pure, but you’re infinitely damaged and I wish I could understand you or understand why you are the way that you are, but I can’t, I have tried many times only for you to flinch away, only for me to cry about it, I cannot do it anymore, I cannot help myself, you hurt me deeply and I can’t see to get past it, I can’t seem to see you for who you are under all the masks you constantly create. I love you but your presence pains me, and your absence kills me.”

— atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj