etceteraface:

thewaywardqueen:

metaphoricalanchor:

i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road

in year 10 i wrote a story and when i got it back my teacher told me he couldnt sleep properly after reading it

please publish that story

Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could have anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and you won’t have to lie and respond with ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I’m fine.’ You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait. But at the same time, all the things you don’t wanna be asked about is everything you wish someone would care about. That feeling? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.
365 Project" series - #21 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

(Fuente: subtubitles)

Hell exists.
it’s here.
3 a.m.
awake and
without you.

Beau Taplin, "Hell exists." (via afadthatlastsforever)