Just feeling like I’m stuck where I am in life. I don’t want to be living here any more. I don’t want to be stuck. But I know that the only way out is to stick out the shit until it passes.
What happens when your bones are swept away like dust under an old rug? You’ve got all that skin wrapped around your frame, and you still wait for someone else to hold you. Do you know you’re enough? Even on the coldest of days, with your head dipped in a book and your mind whirling in a foreign void, you’re enough. I know it seems like you’re always getting the storms but it has to get dark before the sun licks the sky. But listen, there’s no alibi this time around. The fingertips will stain and the words you swallowed 3 years ago will sicken your stomach. There’s nowhere to hide it this time. Tell me where it hurts and please don’t run away again. I promise I’ll try to reconstruct what you once lost. Believe me, I know what promises are to you, but I swear mine isn’t a ghost in the empty.
~I’m here for good - S.H.B (via novelsofsecrecy
There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
~I Wrote This For You
, Iain S. Thomas