you’re all the fucking same to me now / 11.06.17
Tag: words




sorry I wrote our breakup poem before our four months / before I ever met your father or / before you met my cousin / sorry I’ve been planning this funeral for weeks and / you didn’t make it to the guest list / sorry every time you kiss me it tastes like ashes / sorry I’m always burning us down / sorry I can’t forgive you for making me your / fifth priority / sorry I made you / my first priority / i think about losing you and / it hurts but / oh my god / I’ve missed that ache.
it’s not over // lily rain (via wont-time-love-us)

I’ve become passive. I don’t invent, I don’t yearn. I manage, I cope.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via anditwasmonday)





