it feels like tonight

high-functioning-depression:

Why does depression hurt so much?

fauxfillorian:

Michael!Dean did not come to play.

wnq-writers:

“There is no evidence you were here, except for the words I wrote to you, and the look in my eyes when I hear your name.”

— disclosuree 

wnq-writers:

“I’ve written thousand memories in my journal as time went by without you.”

— justme62 

wnq-writers:

“My brain knew, but my heart just wasn’t ready.”

— runaway-disaster 
(via wnq-writers)

wnq-writers:

“Everything’s already been said,
There’s nothing left to say.
 Even if I found the words,
They’d just be paraphrased.”

— savvysomethingxo, My Tongue is Plagiarized

wnq-writers:

“This is the last time I write for or about you. This is the last time my pen will bleed thoughts of you onto paper. It’s been six months since the last time we spoke and since then nothing has been easy, every breath, every tear screams of you. My body aches at the thought of you and I cannot take it anymore. You were my brightest light; my shining star and you left me in the darkness that not even I can begin to comprehend. So it is time for me to let go, I have to let go of you, the memories, the laughs and tears we shared together. I am not saying I won’t think of you with every small thing that happens, every cute coffee shop I pass, but I am saying I am no longer going to let it hurt me. I love you, but this, this is my final goodbye.”

— completeshanarchy 

wnq-writers:

“there’s a ghost in place of what we used to be the people who could talk for hours sometimes about nothing other times about things we couldn’t tell anyone else when we talk now it means nothing almost strangers barely friends”

— press-morgan