Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via seeyouinsamsara)

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You will never understand how much sadness one person can hold inside themselves.

— j.n.l.

Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via mirroir)

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things were so much simpler six months ago. i was in love, i hope you were too and really, everything felt so right. but i guess, love is never lost. love is merely forgotten or it was never there. i am trying to avoid telling you anything i feel, not because it would hurt anything but because you probably don’t even care. sitting here in the light of my laptop, i am wishing that you would understand me. 

i’m not here to make amends again. you should be making them. i am not here to apologize for being overly sensitive, i’ve done it so many times, but why should i apologize for you being an asshole? i am not here to tell you i love you, i’ve moved so far from that. i am here to say, what happened to you? where is the you i met and fell in love with, he is not here today. i hope he comes back, because honestly, he was good company and a great friend. 

i am sorry that there is nothing but anger you feel towards me. i am sorry you feel annoyed and i am sorry for your feelings of animosity towards me. but what i am not sorry for? i am sorry you can’t appreciate me as the good friend i obviously try to be. i am sorry for that loss. i am sorry you can’t find it in your heart to appreciate the things i have done and will do. i am really really sorry that no one told you that you’re insensitive as fuck and i’m really sorry i wasted my time trying to fix something that wasn’t going to work out in the end. because ultimately, you were right. it wasn’t us. t was you. and i’m sorry to admit, i miss that old you way more than i like the new you at all.