"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

"She was the kind of girlfriend god gives you young, so you’ll know loss for the rest of your life."

Junot Diaz (via lewjeane)

(Source: thecoffeewasgoodtoday)

I’ve come to the undeniable conclusion that I attract psychotic men.
I have nothing left in my mind or body to try to understand and appease anymore, because frankly, I don’t understand a second of these irrational behaviors and thought patterns.

I don’t understand why I’m accused of never giving enough attention when my every waking moment is spent with him.

Of not loving him, when I’ve been faithful throughout our entire relationship and never went even a day without saying, “I love you”.

I don’t understand his amazingly compassionate, understand behavior one second, and then his desperate, obsessive, angry behavior the next. So quick to blame anyone, including himself.

I don’t understand.
I have nothing left to give.
Fuck man.

(Source: pinkmanjesse)

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I’m wasted, losing time 
I’m a foolish, fragile spine 
I want all that is not mine 
I want him but we’re not right 

In the darkness I will meet my creators 
And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator 

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What at mess I leave

Oh no

I’m sorry if I smothered you 
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out