i keep turning to this tumblr when i have imbibed. i miss having an outlet that is basically anonymous where those who look can’t find me so easily. therefore: i have made a new tumblr for my words.
if you want to read it, please message me/let me know and i will send you the URL.
(obviously not if you’re an ex student or whatever because that’s just really not cool.)

oh and also: tumblr has basically no usernames left so this was almost impossible to do without calling myself thelovelyblackblrmassive. lame.

My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.

—(via emilymlarson)

(via kaitmpayne)

aseaofquotes:

Anne Sexton, “The Truth the Dead Know”

aseaofquotes:

Anne Sexton, “The Truth the Dead Know”

Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all that ocean and all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn’t any ocean between us and my time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I wonder if it’s raining where you are too.

—Kat George, Sometimes, When It’s Raining  (via melodiexo)

(Source: larmoyante, via melodiexo)

i still hunger,
in ways that cannot be sated.
with echoing hallways inside of me
repeating the unmentionable
every time my stagnant
heart
sighs.

four years ago today a light went out. and today, like every other day, i wish you were here. x

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four years ago today a light went out. and today, like every other day, i wish you were here. x

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY