6 months ago

Side note: If anybody out there ever feels lonely, sad, or just like you’re needing a friend, please know that I am always here. My ask box and messages will always be open for you, I shall even give you my email if it’s preferred. You may not know me, as I may not know you, but I do know the feeling of not having anyone and you do not deserve to feel like that.. You can count on me, whenever it’s needed.

You aren’t alone in this life. 

- a. xo

7 months ago
via: yfavel + source: reginaa-phalange

He looked into her big sad eyes, and said the one thing that could unknowingly shatter her tired heart.

He said, “Just a little while longer. We have time, sweetheart.

Little did he know that she had allowed the faith of that belief to slip through her fingers long ago. She had sat there, night after night, pills in hand, just needing everything to stop. The only thing stopping her, being the thought of them finally together, in a place of pure solitude. 

An escape from the life that was killing her. 

But he didn’t know, and she didn’t have the heart to say. Instead she lowered her chin, the overused false smile in place, and said; ”Of course we do.

7 months ago
On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty. —Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
8 months ago
8 months ago
via: fat-thin-skinny + source: psychedelicq
8 months ago

Personal entry #1.

I’m not afraid of walking this world alone. But I am fearful of the deadliest curse that is loneliness. I don’t want to feel hollow, or not needed. I attempt to help everybody around me, at the hope that it may make them like me and want me to stick around. It’s quite funny really, as normally I don’t do friends, people actually have the tendency of pissing me off. But I often have this terrifying view of my future self, in an empty apartment, accompanied by my lonesome and self hatred. Without even the option of speaking to somebody. Instead, only the echo of my thoughts devouring me whole. I don’t want that, nobody would want that. So I ask of you, which is better; being alone and managing to be okay with it, whilst keeping your heart in check.. Or living with a pit of loneliness? An empty shelled, wisp of a life.