And No Matter How Many Times I Tried To Figure Her OutNo Matter How Many Sleepless Nights I GaveNo Matter

And no matter how many times I tried to figure her out No matter how many sleepless nights I gave  No matter how many odd and winding conversations we had I could not know her For she was the unknowable                                                                                                                                                                                                        And no matter how many times I tried to figure it out Why exactly I was drawn to her No matter how many times I tried to stop No matter how many times I tried to leave I could not know why For love was the unknowable

All The Things I Never Told You

*@writerscreed*

“i only ever wanted you to be okay

it’s tough. i know it is. but breathe anyway. just breathe and come home so that all the rest of us can breathe too.”

@n0miracleshere 

so the thing is, i only ever wanted you to be okay

i didn’t get it back then, but you didn’t either, so it’s hard to say who’s at fault

maybe you should’ve handled it better, maybe i should’ve said something, but we didn’t so we’re here

i think i finally get what people mean when they talk about being young and stupid. we thought we knew what we were doing but we were both too afraid to show the sides of us that weren’t as pretty and we let those sides consume us.

we could have helped each other. everything would have matched up perfectly, except fear has a funny way of seeping into things you don’t want it to touch. fear of judgment sewed my mouth shut, fear of not being good enough locked you behind a door of isolation, and we were just too young and dumb to fix it.

i know you and i aren’t what we used to be and that’s okay. but i also know we’re more alike than you pretend we are and i just wish you’d let me help. like you used to, until you rinse-and-repeated the same thing you did last time and left me wondering what it is you’re really running from.

look, i just want you to know i care, is all. i see things in you that worry me so i can’t help it if i don’t want to leave you alone with yourself. boy is just one letter away from body and i never want you to become that.

listen, what I’m trying to say is, your body is a temple so stop burning the altars. stop turning every bad idea into a lesson in self-destruction and learn to live with what you’ve got. i don’t want to have to cope with the aftermath of a split-second decision gone wrong, don’t want to have to worry that someone will end up pulling you off the side of the road or brining you home in handcuffs. yeah, yeah, it’s tough. i know it is. but breathe anyway. just breathe and come home so that all the rest of us can breathe too.

you’re not indestructible // k.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

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Chocolate icecream is DISGUSTING. Like strawberry icecream doesnt taste anything like strawberries, but at least it tastes good. Chocolate Icecream came directly from hell and I pity the people that like it.