Day 150
It was tragic, almost
the way they unraveled her
cautiously, at first, and slowly
gently with one string around one finger,
and she kept gripping at her skin in panic,
as they watched her watch herself come undone.
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. - Lemony Snicket (via interludeofcomplaint)
(via panic-passage)
Day 149
They searched for the numb
in blood and booze
to drown the fire
in our veins.
The numb,
cause we’re so
sick and tired
of feeling.
He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn’t love me anymore, and it’s not the end of the world. - Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner (via lostinthesounds)
Day 148
Sick of feeling
like my feelings
are so insignificant.
Sick of feeling,
sick
of
feeling.
Pain is a part of life. Once we accept this, we can never be truly hurt. - Anonymous (via myquotelibrary)
(via myquotelibrary)
The end of a relationship is not always a failure. Sometimes all the love in the world is not enough to save something. In these cases, it is not a matter of fault from either person. Some things cannot be, it’s as simple as that. - Ashly Lorenzana (via myquotelibrary)
(via myquotelibrary)
