What hells must you

endure

before you see

that the cure

for lovesickness

is never

somebody else. Beau Taplin || The only prescription you need is time.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 1,415 notes
If you’ve ever seen wildflowers
weave up through cracks in
the concrete you’ll know that
cold, hard, detachment
never stopped anybody.
I’m not giving up on you. Beau Taplin || I’m not giving on you.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 714 notes
To love you is to know
there is a piece of you in me
so large, when you leave,
there will be almost nothing
left. Beau Taplin || And I don’t care. And I don’t care. (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 394 notes
He leaves. You take a long shower, try to wash him out, between the fingers, your neck and your bottom lip, you watch it all spin down the drain. You step out, towel off, and for a moment, you think it’s all going to be okay, the worst of it is through. Then the sickening truth: He’s still there, everywhere, it still fucking hurts. Beau Taplin || Long showers.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

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On my deathbed, I will kiss you,

and whisper ‘So long.’

And it will be a good ending,

to a truly wonderful middle,

and an extraordinary start. Beau Taplin || So long. (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 213 notes
And I’ve been told that memories are supposed to fade, to lessen with time, but not you, you become clearer with every passing year, the pain, fiercer, the light of the sun, for each day you are away, grows a little darker. Beau Taplin || The cruel remembering  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 337 notes
What some people do not understand about depression is that its sufferers are not without small victories, there will be days you’ll see a smile, or hear a short burst of laughter, but you must never mistake them for signs of survival. Depression is a constant battle for these small victories, which are often few and far between, and its victims have fought hard and desperately for each and every one of them. Please keep in mind, that for a sufferer of depression, even a single moments peace can come at a great cost, and sometimes, it’s too much. Beau Taplin || The great cost of survival. (Do not ignore the signs.)  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 802 notes
Sometimes, I come by old photographs of you
and ruin an entire week. Beau Taplin || Old photographs.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 850 notes
The reason I’m still alone?
It’s quite simple.
I prefer to be your perhaps
over anybody else’s present. Beau Taplin || Present vs. Perhaps.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 558 notes
Just because somebody has a sunny disposition does not mean there is not a terrible darkness eating away at them from within, concealing itself cunningly behind a brave face, a loud voice or a magnetic personality to escape undetected. Be vigilant, find depression where it lurks, and bring it to light. Beau Taplin || A sunny disposition.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

1 month ago // 539 notes
I nod my head, say, Girls are so dirty
but I leave my used panties on the floor for days.
Have to fish out clumps of my hair from the shower drain,
wipe toothpaste from the faucet, clean period blood
from my sheets, leave my hair unwashed for a week,
sleep in my mascara and eyeliner. I pick at my acne
because my hands don’t know how to do anything
except destroy. The same boys stay hanging up
in my closet, snapshots of their mouths decorating
my nightstand the color of bruise. I practice saying
I love you into my palm and clench it tight
so it can’t escape. Forget it. No one asks if you’re okay.
No one wants a real answer. I make myself pretty
for boys I don’t even know how to talk to. I take them home.
Show them how to use the shower, the coffee pot.
Let them undress me in the dark. In the morning
I find wedding rings in their pockets. Kristina Haynes, “Hypocrite” (via fleurishes)

1 month ago // 9,519 notes
In the mornings, mouthing prayers,
picking up the pants and collared shirts
of boys who won’t stay. Boys who will
drink my coffee, shower quickly, kiss
me lightly, and leave the wrong phone
number on a scrap of paper in the kitchen.
They’ll be off by a number or two, guilt
like a brick in their stomachs. They’ll take
the stairs, recycle, put a dollar in a homeless
man’s cup. Later, I’ll take cabs to made-up
addresses, cut my palm in the backseat,
bleed on fake leather. When they find
my number in their pants pockets, they’ll
crumple the paper, turn on the news. Yasmin Belkhyr, Sacrifice  (via wildflowerveins)

1 month ago // 92 notes
6 Reasons Why You Should Let Go Of People Who No Longer Play An Importance In Your Life

lifejoy21:

Holding onto someone who has already played their part and are no longer in your life will drain you. You know it’s not healthy but you aren’t sure how to let go of them. 

6 Reasons Why You Should Let Go Of People Who No Longer Play An Importance In Your Life

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