maddie

We’re all carrying around some shit. When you hear the things people have gone through and realize you’ve gone through the same, it provides an amazing amount of relief. It give us hope. And I think that’s what we’re supposed to get from each other. The hope that, maybe, just maybe, we’re going to be okay. Maybe.

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

No,no you don’t get it. I feel completely empty. It’s like instead of blood running through my veins numbness has taken over. It wasn’t my choice, I just wouldn’t be able to handle it otherwise. Or maybe it was my choice. I chose not to feel because feeling was too hard for me. I’m not a little broken. I’m utterly in pieces. You cannot just fix me. Not even your love can make me whole again. I’m cold as ice. Believe me, you don’t wanna love me.“ she said to him coldly, because he just wouldn’t give up “Alright. I guess not everyone’s fortune is to be alive. Some are born dead. And then, they kill others.” he answered painfully but steadily, he wouldn’t let her see what he had become because of her

When he can fly, you sing the most intoxicating melody known to man. You are a culmination of every Promethean sin, each filthy prayer breathed to Dionysus, all the ways love is never pure and though you are young, you are just another rotted idol. You tempt with gluttonous vows and soothe his charred skin with ambrosia. Of course he laughs as he falls.

And some nights I still cry myself to sleep and I still want to die. But I don’t talk about it.

If it’s real, it’ll hurt like hell.