I don’t believe in God or fate or anything like that, but I do like to think that maybe someday we’ll meet again when we’re right for each other.

Someone save me from my mind. It doesn’t work the way it used to. It threatens to eat away the life I have left.

What do you do when you feel like everything is fucking breaking? When you thought you glued all your cracks shut, but there is just too much water? When you start leaking from where the glue didn’t hold? When the pressure eventually becomes too much for all the cracks, and you just shatter?

thecutestofthecute:

thecutestofthecute:

Even though Hotdiggitydogblog is not here anymore, we will always appreciate the happiness and the joy that Max and his owners had shared with us. You and your goofy smile will not be forgotten Max!

To make things clear, I do not know what exactly happened to Max or Maxes blog. They just vanished out of nowhere. I wish i had clarity about Max and his blog just as much as you do. If anyone has the slightest clue about what might have happened to max and his blog please message me so i can try to clear things up. Thank you.

I do not feel okay.

I want to be held. Held tightly to feel secure. Not by you. By someone who I know loves me.

(via lloveyou)

writingsforwinter:

All the people who don’t love me back are all the people

I don’t love anymore.

The next time it happens, I plan to say

Not yours. Mine. I will push you off of me and leave myself behind

the way tea leaves settle at the bottom of the bowl.

The only problem is nothing left of me will settle.

I…

writingsforwinter:

Eventually I will end up without enough candles

to keep lighting a séance for the person I used to be

to come back home.

All the melting wax dripping from my bedroom walls

could fill a birthday cake three times over.

In my dreams, my mother shells lobsters and hangs the detached claws

from…

You are not what I want. You are not what I need. I will tell myself that until the day I say, “Who were you to me in the first place?”