Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,
One. Do not promise when you’re happy.
Two. When you are angry, do not respond.
Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.
I wonder how you can look at anything and not feel your knees shake from the memory of it. I have been in your bed and cradled between your palms and your knees, in your shower and in the patch of sunlight that touches your room just before noon. Your sheets and your hair and your hips. Your lazy Saturday morning smile isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. Look, there, you can see me. There’s my ghost. She’s waving at you. She’s saying ‘boy, you’ll need to burn this entire place down if you want to forget what happened here.’ She’s saying ‘man, all the ways we loved is splattered across these walls like murder.’
The People You Loved Live Inside All The Places They Touched, Azra T. (via notebookings)
I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.
I miss you, I didn't leave, can I call you? Just remember these are questions and phrases he uses on someone else. He isn't capable of loving anyone besides himself.
Well then if that’s the case you need to remember that not me.