You Cannot Love Me Back To Life. But If You Stay, I Will Love You To The End Of Yours.

you cannot love me back to life. but if you stay, i will love you to the end of yours.

i hurt the ones i love, but i hurt me more. it is a kind of reconciliation. only i do not stick around long enough for them to hear it. i run away when people try to love me. it is not that i do not love them. it is not even that i do not want to be loved. i have just seen enough wreckage in my life to know that i don't want to cause it anymore. i lived in a haunted house until i became a haunted house. i wanted to believe that i could be something beautiful someday. so i cut my hair & painted the walls & smiled & put up pretty pictures. but the only people that live here are ghosts. and i want your heart to keep beating. you cannot love me back to life. but if you stay, i will love you to the end of yours.

endings are never pretty, but they are still mine to hold - parrish h.

“You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?”

— James Joyce, from Ulysses (via violentwavesofemotion)

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

Matthew Arnold, Philomela

im full of an untamable rage that constantly seethes beneath my skin but im a real laid back dude dont worry about that