#‘if u must die i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body’

[garoujo]

i don’t know what it is but there is something so poetic about hanma shuji’s kind of love

[wordsofanang3l]

sentences i read:

i never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

you cannot make everyone think and feel as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you. 

it takes me days to recover after a dream with u in it. hope you’re doing well.

I’m dancing and putting things on hangers. I’m so grateful to be cleaning my room with the window open.

did i seem lovable to you? I spend all this time, effort, loving myself, but. do u see my hand resting at my side and think it’s something you could hold?

i really hope the universe gives me a second chance to cross paths with you.

everything has changed and yet, i am more me than I’ve ever been.

the literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself. 

am i that easy to forget?

in my head it’s April and it’s not too late.

you have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

the girls who’s lump in their throat never really goes away.

how do i look away now that I’ve seen you? 

I would’ve given you my favorite thoughts and memories if u had asked me to.

you cannot make someone love you by loving them harder.

I’m one of them, those who die when they love.

I’m nostalgic for a time in my life I wasn’t happy during.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

the more intelligent the less sane 

if you must die I’ll envy the earth that wraps your body 

i memorized everything u said to me I recite it in my dreams over and over.

sorry for being weird it’s my first time being alive

we all eat lies when our hearts our hungry 

the love you gave was never a waste 

i prayed for u on nights i didn’t even pray for myself 

sometimes i just speak into the universe hoping it’ll reach you

why is vulnerability so hollow? I feel so fragile ‏when I think of you forgetting me  

how clearly i understand the meaning of longing, profound in the state of hunger 

Where do I make a home of these restless thoughts when all I want is to feel perceived as heavenly in the eyes of the ones I admire.

memory is punishment 

Know that I loved u know that it was not enough 

I pretend to look around but I’m actually looking for u 

I want to go back to the time when u first told me your name