(Source: fancymonochrome, via thinwhispers)
Oh tempting remedy!
"
All my friends tell me I should move on
I’m lying in the ocean, singing your song
Ahhh, that’s how you sing it
Loving you forever, can’t be wrong
Even though you’re not here, won’t move on
Ahhh, that’s how we play it
And there’s no remedy for memory
Your face is like a melody, It won’t leave my head
Your soul is hunting me and telling me
That everything is fine
But I wish I was dead
Everytime I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side
Everytime I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side
Dark Paradise - Lana del Rey
(via fleshscars)
Maybe I was just desperate, seeking conversations about life, about healing. The person didn’t have to feel love for me, this love would become expectation. What I needed was just comprehension…
"I wished I’ve stayed. […] I wish I’ve done a lot of things."
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(Source: youjustinspiredme, via wastedromance)
I’ve been asking myself too much wether was it better to have never felt all that feeling of being once complete with you, or not having any of those memories. I don’t wanna drown in them, but they’re consuming me inside. Can’t we have at least some contact? We were so much for each other, but you wanted more from me, the more that I couldn’t give you… I became nothing when I was still with you, and nobody had more strenght, but now this much left me empty. I’ve been trying to fill it, and it worked for weeks, maybe months, but now it is all coming back to me and time makes it worse. Time just makes me more scared, and I see no point in my goals, but I keep following them once they were priority, automatically. They were my key to finally taste a life with you, and now they are just a key to maybe bring me healing. Why things had to be so heavy? I promised I’d be holding you, but I also had to have a source of strenght somewhere. Why do you have to punish me this way? You could have chosen to make things better, as I had too. I know all the reasons that made me act this way, but I forget how was feeling them as I remember every day, even better, how was being so certain as saying “I love him so much”.
