Algos

536 notes "I map the contours of souls, sketching their intimate landscapes, those uncharted territories, the imperceptible murmur of clandestine hearts; and I breathe ghosts. These fleeting phantoms; lingering between both superstition and reality; they are reminiscent of books and dried flowers, tea pots and pillows, and they are nostalgic of broken bones and brittle twigs. They leave remnants of themselves hovering above my pale lips; musty and old, soothing like chamomile. These beautiful little beings, they throb oceans within my ribs, the constant ebb and flow of an infinite melancholia sends little tintinnabulations down the marrow of my spine, and I shall cling to them; dog-eared pages and faint breezes, soft melodies and winter melons.
I am at one with a sea of sensations, glitter, silk, skin, eyes, mouths, desire."
— Anaïs Nin (via lavendertree)
(Source: seabois, via danseurs)

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Untangled

Is this what it feels like to be free….or empty?

Mind in a million pieces drifting through the breeze, how is it that one’s skull can feel so hollow and heart so limp. Unable to comprehend this lack of motivation and drive recently. I’m not who I used to be, but I will try. I need to fight this, and not let you, after all these while, take the fight out of me. Fighting you was draining but I’ve got my entire life to live and I’m goddamn sure I won’t let you ruin me just like this. I am made of so much more and I’m not going to give up just like that.

313 notes "My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much."
— (via wordsandlyrics)
(via ofhipsandhearts)

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You said that you could let it go

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

Somebody That I Used To Know- Gotye ft. Kimbra

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Always

Honestly, is wanting to be left alone too much to ask for? I feel like I’ve had to explain myself so much, my mouth is dry and my head feels goddamn heavy. If I had to describe all these with a shape, it would be a circle; if this was an object, it’d be a broken tape replaying the same chorus for far too long.

You seem tireless despite having gone through the motions so many times.

But I, I am exhausted.

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I’ve got better things to do than remember you

Truth be told, you lost the right to know anything about me a long time ago. You lost the right to ask questions and the right to weaken me, or the right to waltz in and out of my life like you used to, as if this bloody heart was always going to be here for your taking.

Because there is nothing left, you see.

Like a pile of ashes and dust, the remains doused and drenched so many times it’d be impossible to revive or reignite even the littlest of sparks; it’d be goddamn silly to try.

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Fall down seven times, get up eight

Good days, bad days, okay days. Good mood, bad mood. Things we have to deal with anyway. Some days, this almost-perennial exhaustion can get a little too overwhelming, like I’m a tiny dollop of butter meant for ten loaves of bread.

Sometimes I think this prolonged sadness is just a matter of perception. We just think we’re sad; because life has a way of pelting you with so many lemons you just feel that you’ll never get back up again, and you get used to having misery as company.But like a sailor, when the elements get rough, re-adjust your sails.

Time to take a break and start up again.

232 notes "Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you’re near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there’s a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesn’t have to be someone particularly nice. You don’t have to like them. You don’t even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward."
— Jim Butcher (via fluffynips)
(Source: danseurs, via fluffynips)

579 notes "I don’t want to get back with him, I have no jealousy or ill will or untied ends, I don’t even have anything interesting to say. I just want to touch his life again, to know that it was real, to know that we are real, and to know that moments that pass don’t just evaporate into nothingness, even if I really know they do."
— Why I Won’t Ask How You’re Doing « Thought Catalog (via 52hearts)
(via 472239364)

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*claws at face*

Days when you have so much to do, you don’t even know where to start.

So you just don’t do any and procrastinate.

Story of my life right now.

Oh my god, I need something to look forward to, preferably something less stressful than A levels which is in 33freakingweeks.

33. Freaking. Weeks.