i miss him so much i don’t know what to do with myself
it hurts so bad
The Blonde Witch (1956)
you can’t save everyone. you can’t fix them.
Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother, 1956
Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Heart Under A Cassock,"
no matter how hard i scrub i can never get you off of me. you’re touch lingers, it lingers where you tightened your fingers around my wrists and held me down, it lingers in the flesh of my arms and chest that you bit into. i’m reminded every time someone touches me, i have to tell myself that it isn’t you and that im safe now. you changed me, you changed me and i can never be who i was before i knew you. im okay with that now but it still hurts sometimes. did you know what you were doing was bad? do you know how i think of you now? i hope you realise it someday, and i hope i never see you ever again.
happy late valentines 🖤