non-secure:

wishing-for-deathx:

I’ve become irreparably broken because nothing offers me comfort anymore. I just realized, only the idea of death does. How fucked up is that.

catarsis-textual:

“Tu amor fue toxico para mi, sin embargo, ahí seguía yo, aferrándome a los quizás, a los tal vez y las nuevas oportunidades que probablemente nos diera la vida pero desafortunadamente tu no viste eso, solo te marchaste con la poca esperanza que me quedaba.”

— Caro

1617:

never beg anyone for anything. not time, not attention, not love, nothing

twofivee:

sometimes u gotta be like “ okay ” & leave that shit alone

meneksekahve:

i overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress