Why It's Always I Will Kill For You Love Or I Will Die For You Love But Why Not I Will Live For You My

21 /07/23

Life is confusing

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)

Frrrrr

“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????

I heard you're growing flowers in your garden.

Glad to know that you finally understood

how to take care of violets

Without tearing them apart.

For it being a month already,

I am slowly forgetting your voice, your touch, your eyes

And every beautiful thing about you

Including your bitter sweet lies.

I can't recall your face

Your memories are blurring out

Still here I am standing in the Dark

Repeatedly cleaving and bleeding my old wounds

It's been one year already.

How I left my scarf in your place deliberately,

Wishing you would come back in my life to return it

You didn't and I realise winter will be bitter this year

-dactylicreveries //

Chilling with my 67 cuties

All my 40 followers

I love you 💌

Paul Guest, from 1987 // Carol Rifka Blunt from, Tell the wolves I am home.

-Oscar wilde. //The Importance of Being Earnest//

-The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

Trust me, it's ok.

It’s okay to miss sometimes. Not some person but the time that is gone. The time when you could sleep a little longer, laugh a little louder and never feel tired. When the world was happy, when you were happy.