𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔢

         i know better than to ask for help 

After all this loss, after all this pain, you are still the last one standing. Even when you don’t want to be; especially when you don’t want to be. How much does survival hurt? Does it feel like you are drowning with air in your lungs, does it feel like you’re dying with every diligent beat of your still-living heart? Maybe you’re alive, but this is not what you wanted. And how much does survival cost, my love? How much did you pay to be left standing here, amidst the silence and the dust? Did they even ask before they took it? You are the last one standing, and yet you still end up on your knees. You are the last one living, and yet still you bleed.

sometimes suffering is just suffering. 

    Put me 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 —

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”