she wanted storms

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don’t wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed. I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I’m alone in the world and I’m just sort of abandoned. I’m not fun to be with.

You who once knew my heart, now know nothing of me. I burn all your words, hoping they will disappear into the clouds. You, who betrayed and abandoned me, are gone from my heart forever. Please, please leave me alone.

‘do you want to know the worst part about walking away?’ she asks him. ‘it’s hoping that they’ll run after you. that they’ll stop you and tell you not to leave. that they’ll beg you to stay. that they’ll tell you they need you,’ she says. 'but they never do. you never did.’

me: i’m stressed

*Demogorgon takes Will: 

Girls who read books, don’t want a prince charming riding on a white horse to barge into their lives with a happily ever-after and change their world forever. They want someone who will slip into their life silently, holding them up. The one whose eyes will penetrate into their soul and delve into the depths of their emotions. They want someone who will kiss their scars and read the stories behind each one of them. They don’t wait for a man who will hold their hand and guide them to light. They dream about someone who will be brave enough to explore the darkness hidden inside them. They wait for the one who will bask in the fog of their frozen soul without shivering.