“People change and forget to tell each other.”
– Lillian Hellman (1905-1984)

(Source: corwood)

“i dont even use this tumblr page anymore… hope it’s not jealous of my other one”
– sorry

i don’t know what it is that i’m afraid of… but i’m afraid

“stay with me.. hold me close because i build my world around you”

thinking… it’s been a while

Being home… Thinking a lot… Time to myself… I’ve come to realize I have some serious trust issues… I get to thinking, then the thoughts spiral out of control… Scarred because of what others have done, making it another persons problem… I wish it wasn’t like this… But my heart feels something and I know my brain is trying to distract it but it’s not working… I wish it could stop… I wish I could fully trust but I don’t know… Something in me is holding on to this pain… I wish I could just trust again, but I don’t know if I can I wana be able to think that people are different and this will pass and that EVERYTHING will be ok… But my heart won’t let this feeling subside…

somewhere along the lines you got comfortable.. somewhere you stopped being as attentive, i guess that’s what happens once you get what you want… somewhere along the lines you started to blame me… somewhere you became just like them… somewhere along the lines i lost that view, the view where i know it will be the same outcome as before… somewhere along the lines you forgot the promises we made… and in that you’re losing me… i remember i asked what would you do if i just decided to pack and leave, i know now…

i feel like you let me walk out but i guess that’s my fault too, right? blame me for whatever… compare me to them… tell your friends im the piece of shit they already think i am.. i dnt care anymore… im tired of crying over girls who wont shed a tear or even ask what’s wrong… so ok, i’ll be this person you created..

→ A Brown Skin Girl: “When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics...

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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.” —Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies

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