Excerpts From A Story I'll Never Write - Tumblr Posts

For me, August was and will always be the odd one. Where the season changes and the air is not so humid or hot. Like half cold tea or stepping inside after one day being out and about.

August is where I never mind about how many days until weekend or how many days until it ends. August is where I never count, because if I do, then I grow up faster.

For me living through August is both scary and exciting. In a way little kids knows her birthday is coming around the corner, but also the 20th, 21st, 22nd birthday and the number is the scary part.

For now, August is where I lay down and count my blessings before another year passed and I'm forced to be something that I'm not ready to be, someone that I'm not used to be.

“ do you like me?” “ i am uncertain of my emotions but one thing’s for sure is that i harbor deep affections for you.”

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via @angleofdepression)

meeting you was a gift, being yours was a blessing. leaving you was a pain, but moving on from you was pure bliss.

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via @angleofdepression)

why is it that the most broken of hearts write the most beautiful things?

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

i think the saddest part about loving someone is seeing the person you love happy together with someone else.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

have you ever thought, that maybe the happiest people that always cheer others up and listens to everyone’s problems are sometimes the saddest people when they’re alone and have nobody to go to.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

" saved myself for you

just to find out that you were saving yourself

for somebody else. "

- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )

" liking the smell of coffee and actually drinking coffee are two completely different things. "

- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )

sometimes i’ll look back and think about what went wrong.  but deep down i'll tell myself to look forward and move on.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

"write your feelings,

write your sorrows.

write your emotions like

there's no tomorrow."

- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )

Sin

I can see New York New York with it's fountain running sign from the bed where I lay dripping neon gold.

It is nearly silent, broken by irate horn blares and the occasional slamming door.

I'm 20 floors up in the air and hundreds of miles from home. Miles from pressure and control and responsibility, miles from reality.

Tonight, home will be his arms.