amarnos a media velocidad
the awful truth is that
you can no longer go on
because you don't know
how to love your body,
because you can't avoid still seeing
the outline of his lips in your shoulders
or the grip of his hands on your hips
or the shadows of his gaze on your lips
or the cold of his breath in your throat
or the clouds of his cigarette in your hair
or the hum of his voice between your thighs
or the broadness of his back pressed against your chest
or the indents of his arms in your skin
or the cracks in your bones that you can't hold together
or the burn marks in your collarbone
that eat you alive
or the claw marks in your eyes from when he left
they tell you
to fill your time with things
and focus on your work
to stop missing him.
and the fact is that you do
and the awful thing is that deep inside
you do it hoping that
it will somehow
bring him back to you with time..
that being busy
is just a way of letting time pass
until you kiss him again.
the problem is that time passes and the fact is that you realize
he’s not coming back
and the horrid truth is that
he is very much not missing you
nor thinking about you.
mermaidmarion reblogged
~ Too much perfection is a mistake ~
i remember the times i only could laugh when i drank. now all i seem to do when i have a drink is to weep and wrap my arms around me to hold myself together. because time doesn't fucking heal and holy fuck what doesn't kill you doesn't make you fucking stronger. what doesn't kill you makes you wish it had.
mermaidmarion reblogged
There’s a light that never goes out (My bestfriend being beautiful)
*my first time taking portraits*
my best friend is all i need <3
My parents had a strange way of showing concern... they would flip out if the morning after a night out i had smeared eyeliner because that supposedly meant i was hangover; but when i had smeared eyeliner from crying all night they didn't utter a single word, nor spared a single look.
broken
How strange it is when you are saying goodbye to someone and you know they want to say something and you know you do too but you don’t know what it is exactly. All you know is that there’s something that should be said… and then you only just say goodbye and then whatever and you wonder if that other person felt that thing too.. how can we > these things?
me as of 08.40.27.04.2015. after dance class