“I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.”—I miss you so much - missinyouiskillingme (via cad-y)
You know what’s the shittiest part of my dad passing away when I was 12? That I can’t think of what type of person he’d be today; what he would or wouldn’t like, how we’d get along or what we’d have in common. I can guess and fantasize about what I would like it to be like but I honestly have no idea. I only have bits and pieces and blurry memories. It’s like it’s been this way my entire life. I don’t want say that I’ve forgotten him, because I think about him every damn day of my life, I just don’t know if my image is accurate or not.
“I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.”—Mary Kate Teske (via larmoyante)
Every single time I think about you I legitimately want to throw up. I cant believe how lied to and deceived I was for an entire fucking year. I was so god damn kind and good to you and I don’t understand why you bothered filling my head with your lies when you never had a single intention of actually keeping me in your life. Yet again I fell for another shirt person. And I have a reminder every god damn day constantly reminding me of how shitty you are, how shitty you made me feel and how blind I was. Go fuck yourself, I wish everything bad upon you so you can feel even as half as bad as you make me feel every single day. Thanks for giving me yet another reason why I cant trust anyone.
When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.