I Wish I Was Born As Someone Who Could Handle Life

ME

having a tumblr blog is like being the curator of my own personal museum of mental breakdowns and special interests

i think and i think, attempting to get ahold of my feelings, but it all comes back to you. you, my love for you, my love for your voice, your thoughts, feelings, actions… the way you affected me, everything. i want to hold my thoughts for you in my brain forever, but i know this is irrational, i know it will only hurt me, i know i need to let go. but i have nothing, no one else to hold. even if you’re gone my thoughts of you are still there, and i cannot erase them. you are etched in my thoughts, my brain, forever.

no but you know what would be nice? experiencing the kind of happiness that doesn’t turn out to be a lesson that I have to mourn over for at least 3 months

affected me something like a death

theofficialsadghostclub

no way emori au isnt just a me ripoff

i was only 12

hoq to let someone go

- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

ME SO HARD STOP FEELING SYMPATHY THAT IS NOT MY GOAL!!