theoceanofconsciousness:

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much sadness as I have in the past sixty-five days. I used to love winter because of how pretty the barren earth was, but now I just want life. I want to know that even when it seems like everything has died, the earth can recover and be whole again.

I swear this isn’t about love. I know nothing of love, only dysfunction.  god, I need you and I don’t even know why. you’re too honest, your words cut my skin raw. I can only carry so much weight before I collapse, and every second I’m with you it just keeps piling on. you make me feel so lonely, and it’s strange, how nothing seems to exist when I’m with you, least of all myself.

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry