A soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one that makes you feel the most. Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via hplyrikz)
I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.
This storm is a category five hurricane, but I’m holed up in the basement of my chest. I’m going to wait this out, and emerge when the sun shines again. Everything is going to turn out okay. It has to.
I know you think you’re never going to get beyond him. I know you’re going to see a piece of him in everyone. I know you think he’s going to linger forever, and you think you somehow deserve that punishment. It’s so easy to internalize that suffering—to make it a part of you, to put the blame on yourself. It’s so agonizingly easy to look in the mirror and see what he must have seen: that meaningless face in the crowd.
but you’ll make it out alive, i promise (via multa–paucis)
Seasonal greetings, stranger. My name's Jo and I'm just a small girl living in a big world with an unhealthy obsession with violent video games, sad writing, and artsy atmospheres. ♡
Aesthetics is life.
frequently asked questions
01 how often do you update this blog?
not often enough, unfortunately.
02 What's this blog for?
For me to express my emotions and a place for me to store aesthetic shit.
