Infj

and just refound my tumblr. It’s midnight now but was ten 20 minutes ago.

11 years ago was a few months ago.

my twenties are ending, they burned fast and bright. I have enough life experience for a memoir at 29.

Only Flower remains the same.

Each year there’s more painful goodbyes.

I should have pulled those plugs years ago.

I’m getting better at letting go, mourning, grieving, seething - 

my weakness is when.

I’m on track to be a few years late again. I’m a masochist.

You've got alot of nerve. Fool me once shame on me. Fool me twice shame on you.

The ghost of you still haunts my dreams.

Same as ever, yet completely unrecognizable.

Dropped like a call, I deserved more.

After all you're responsible for, never an apology. Not an ounce of accountability.