(Source: ageros)

Feeling like it did at the start, yet something is subdued. But what is that something? The feelings are the same, yet the aspect of time and knowledge is retained, changing the feeling from the way it felt at the beginning to an erie, sort of desolate warmth. But where it comes from, and why it arises is unbeknownst to me. The question I want and truly need answered, however, is if it will stay. 

(Source: castle-builders, via kn0ck-out)

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(Source: daitro, via ageros)

I will try to recognize you

for who you claim you used to be,

but since the face has changed

the mask is painted 

by the silence of ambiguity.

And now, I am subject to everything

soaked in our disgust,

and the memories from now till then

will forever cut me like a knife.  

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sometimes a girl just wants you to do cute things for her. she never says it, but she secretly hopes that you’re the kind of guy that likes to show the effort in a relationship. bring her flowers, as cliche as they may be. she’ll still appreciate them (and her mom will love you), and you’ll just be that much more special in her eyes. if she’s allergic to flowers, bring her some carrots. she’ll love you that much more because you care about her eyesight, am i right? (; but seriously, bake her cupcakes, get down on one knee.. and tie her shoe. blindfold her and take her to the mountains above the city, but bring extra blankets. look, a girl just wants to feel special. no matter how cliche or small you do it, she’ll appreciate the effort. (:

(via ageros)

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(via sweet666teen)

Certain realizations can be a dangerous accomplishment. For me, that it’s impossible to run from the things that hurt you the most. Physical wounds are torturous, but they heal. And bad days are only a day long. But when it comes to those events, and those emotional traumas, the worst part, and what will always be the most painful, is the memory. Not even tears, screams, or sleepless nights can alleviate the ache from a memory, though there seems to be no cure except those. But a pain that begins in your head grows in your head and plants it’s claws deep. Once the thought bubbles in the mind, it expands and festers until depression ensues, or some incredibly impressive distraction.

And when you realize that no matter how far of a distance you put between where you started and where you end up, the feelings remain the same. It’s an eternal burden, a weight that pulls at the heart as it sighs heavier and sinks deeper. I’m currently 500 miles away from my home, desperately looking for rest from certain thoughts, and even memories from dreams can re-break my heart.

Some say that with maturity comes that ability to let go. But what if you’re not being asked to let go? and something needs to let go of you?

How much time will that take.