“Quiero poder entregarle mi mundo a alguien, que me inspire confianza, cariño y deseo. Alguien con quien jugar a contarnos los lunares, comernos la piel o gastarnos los labios en incontables números de besos. Alguien a quien poder decirle “Te amo” o “te extraño” y poder darle un abrazo de esos que pueden durar miles de años.”
— Ismael R. (via cartas-a-mi-amada)
"A feeling of loneliness along one of confusion can be worse than an insult with its repercussion.
The inability to communicate can be a separating wall between you and your friend, and the combination of it all can cause a wound hard to mend."
If you’re scrolling through tumblr trying to distract yourself from something you don’t want to think about or you’re looking for a sign that everything will be okay, this is it. So, breathe. Relax into this moment. You’re alive & that’s all that matters.
What does someone have to do to feel good about their body, to feel acceptable and not like a weirdo?
From time to time a huge urge to cry appears, a sensation of wanting to hurt myself, to cut through the skin and let the blood run, to drive as fast as possible with no control and crash against a wall, to let it all out and do something, but, I don't want to worry anyone, I don't want them to come with their "understanding" words or saying it'll pass or it'll be alright because it doesn't feel that way, I just want to be held with no words, no advice, no judgment.
"Those fucking thoughts, those fucking dreams, they'll hunt you for ever or so it seems, they come when you're alone and they leave when you're with her, they turn your heart to stone and death you wish you were, you feel like less than trash when they come invading like a thousand soldiers' march"
"The irony of time lies in its consequences, while it can make a beautiful feeling grow, it can also make things die, while it can unite two people, others can separate them, time in combination of a hug can heal, while spent on your own, alone it can make you feel; it's funny how you need it to bury a feeling, but also to find it, it's funny how you use it to gather bravery to confess something, but also how you use it to avoid your heart being broken in"
"Only these walls have heard my true wishes, only they have heard my true sorrows, with them I don't have to pretend like everything is alright, they have seen me broken yet they don't judge, they sometimes make me feel alone but I don't feel lonely, they've seen my tears fall like waterfalls and they give me the privacy I want, the only thing they can't do is hold me when my world falls apart, they can't comfort me when I need it, these four walls have seen me in my darkest moments, they know my deepest secrets, good thing they can't talk"
You walked away, with every single step you took my heart broke a little more, with every word you said my soul shattered in fragments, you were the one that walked away as I stood there, trying to keep myself together, with a strong smile and tears rolling down, you turned around to see me one last time and I tried to say goodbye but the words didn't come out, instead my throat hurt as I tried to control myself, to keep myself from falling apart, and as soon as you were gone I did, you walked away and I let a scream out while being on my knees, getting cold in the snow... you walked away
