This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

- Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)
You always wanted me to tell you about my day
so here goes:
This morning, I burned the toast
and then the eggs
but I ate them anyway.
If these are the motions,
I guess I’m going through them.
I managed to shower
(slowly, because I couldn’t
get my hands to stop shaking).
I’m sorry I don’t have anything
more compelling to say. I don’t
even know if you’re listening.
I am not suffering in a way
that makes a good story.
I wish I could make something up,
say that I did not think about you
in the middle of tying my shoes
and start to cry all over again, but
nonfiction doesn’t care about dramatic timing
or a neat little resolution, so I wonder
how missing you is supposed to teach me anything.
- wesley king | I guess this is all I can do for you now (via bombsinyourbones)
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
- Caitlyn Siehl  (via scrlett)

(Source: insanity-here-i-come)


i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters