i don’t really know what i’m doing i don’t really have a plan i’m just doing what feels right at the moment and for the rest whatever happens happens as long as it feels right.
Holding hands to not lose each other in a big crowd >>>>>
Today i came home from my vacation
Usually you would run to me for hugs and little belly rubs
But the house was empty
My bed felt empty without you in it
I felt the ghost of you,
Happy to see me back
But it will never be the same again
I miss you alot my little star
Especially on moments like this
She blames me for not leaving a toxic situation, when being in one. But how could i? After all the pointing fingers, the slamming doors, the screaming and the fighting. I have never knew better, i guess that what they say is true. I am just like my fathers.
i’m in this weird phase of my life where i’m not really happy but not sad eighter i’m just living in confusion of what the fuck i actually feel.
losing you
Didn't just broke me
It completely destroyed me
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Every eyelash that was on my face, every dandelion i blew, every birthday candle, every coin thrown in a fountain, every 11:11, every fallen star, i wished for just a little longer with you.
“If it’s meant to be it will come back” i always believed in that until you came back over and over again and kept hurting me over and over again.
Being back in the room where depression lives, it’s a sharp pain and an overwhelming numbness.
Those that don’t believe in ghosts clearly never loved someone </3