better than i've been.

dont you dare tell me its cowardly to run away if i need to change my face my hair my clothes to escape if i need to erase all numbers from my phone surround myself with new friends surround myself with plants delete every image of you i’ve taken i’ll do it without so much as flinching i’ll do it and forget both our names don’t you dare

it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

stuff that took me a while to understand #3 (via pressing)

So I’m done.

Keaton Henson - The Best Today

This love is good, this love is bad…

“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”

Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via bookmania)