Hauntingthethoughts - Hiding In Plain Sight

her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily

i've been trying to write this fic but the feelings become so much that i have to stop

every day i say things that sound pretentious even to my own ears but i don't how to say them any other way so i just have to hope there's some nugget of truth in there that'll shine through my insufferable delivery

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

it's a weird emotion when somebody goes "doesn't this just shake you to your core and rewrite your dna and change who you are as a person" and your honest experience of it was that it was ok

Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “The Therapist Asks Me, “What Are You Afraid Of?””

[Text ID: “The remembering hurt / more than the living because shame dials / in. You hearing me? I was naive enough / to think I could control a life. Even mine.”]

the person that you could’ve been or the life you could’ve lived isn’t real. it’s an illusion and a fantasy that only exists in your head. all you have is here and now

i've been watching myself disappear as i do nothing to stop it from happening

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

having short-term memory is like. this book profoundly affected me. that show bared my soul. i don’t remember a single thing about it. but it did