I get bored easily …
I’m the type of person that will be over you
Before you even realize I was under you at all
The type of shit person
Who stops talking to you and never gives an explanation or even bothers to call
The one that will disappear and never tell you why
The one that doesn’t feel anything and has no problem saying goodbye
I’m the person you can give your all to and I’ll probably still walk away
Just because staying doesn’t provide enough foreplay
Most times I move on before I even really begin
I don’t feel comfortable carrying the burden
Of commitment on my skin.
Rafelina Michelle (excerpt from Detached)
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.Chester Bennington (via sinkingsouls)
The trap is you think you have time.
You have time to learn about things
you won’t care about four years from now
and you can grow old like
you weren’t this fragile breathing
piece of flesh like you weren’t aware
you were dying,
you are dying like
you don’t remember you could get shot
today or hit by a car tomorrow or
find cancer in your bone marrow
and eventually the ticking
The trap is you think you can have it all.
That this matters most and
this matters least.
Because you have time to make a career,
to make money, money, money,
to drop mommy and daddy and lovers
for now because you have time,
you have time.
The trap is you think you want love.
That it is easy and good and free.
The trap is you think you love me.
Like you can handle more than just
the idea of me when you can’t even choose
to love someone despite their humanity.
The trap is you think you can buy time.
The trap is you don’t realize this.
Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | The Trap
I finally wrote something new and it’s shitty oh wow
I learned that people can easily forget that others are human."Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.Don Cheadle (via psych-facts)
There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everythingLuna Adriana (via suspend)