arabella.

ur perfectionism is holding u back

i post from here

don't give up

we cant go back and I cant remember

sunrise - louise glück

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You sit in front of the ocean, eyes glued to the horizon. You always hated the sand, but this time there was something so comforting about the way it tickled your skin. Day one, you find poetry in the way the waves wet the sand. Day two, you watch the sunset. Day three, you wonder if he was doing the same. You develop a coping system. Drink rum punch, cry. Sometimes a margarita, cry. Other times Flor de Caña, eat half your body weight, gain ten pounds. Drink whiskey, see, whiskey was the killer, tell everyone how much you want to die, gain another ten pounds. After all is done, a whole bottle of wine at a birthday party that isn’t even yours. Cry in the bathroom, fix your makeup, step out. Everyone tells you that they knew. You cry more about silence than over anything he ever said. You begin to blame yourself. You burn the polaroid of you two. You don’t look at anyone else. You couldn’t. You delete his number. You cry until you don’t. You fall out of love. He haunts you. You don’t cry when you hear that song anymore. You delete the text thread. You find yourself. You lose yourself until you find yourself again only this time come up with fuller hands.”

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iv. if I have to question it, doesn’t that mean that everything we’ve been and everything we are fades into the background, like a regime without a ruler, I fall alone into the silence, we dissolve and pollute the earth around us like everyone who almost loved.”

love me

from the series »thoughts on romance from the road« by victoria crayhon

cassie <3