#I don’t love you

[smeagles]

i don’t love you

[3cheerzforvenom]

Reblog if you agree

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

me age 15 listening to the black parade: man ‘i don’t love you’ ain’t shit

5 years later

me: i think the passage of time is lying to us

my buddy gerard way: life is an endless stream of people loved and lost. you will hurt the people you love and will be hurt by them in turn again and again

[devilbimboy]

omg guys!!! aroace culture is when your mom asks you if you love her. She doesn’t ask this a lot but frequently enough to make you question everything. She doesn’t say “I love you”, but instead asks you if YOU love HER. She stares at you, oh god she’s staring, and expects you to say yes.

But you say nothing. You search so hard within yourself to know what love is.

“You don’t love me?” She asks with her heartbreak apparent in her voice.

So you lie and say yes.

But you keep searching in yourself a little more, a little harder. You’ve been staring at the floor for about 15 minutes now but you can’t muster up a good description of what love is.

Is love warm? Is love cold? Is love fluttery? Is love still? Is love everything? Is love nothing?

You don’t know, and you will never know. Maybe, you’re broken. Maybe, you didn’t come out right. Maybe, you aren’t human and instead a heartless monster.

There MUST be something fundamentally wrong with you because everyone else experiences love.

But you.

[t-a-l-i-a18]

I think if I hear I Don’t Love you/Famous Last Words live I’m gonna start absolutely bawling

[askdesperado-rocketchairs]

AT: dAY 13,

AT: i DONT LOVE YOU,

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

i do love you but not like i used to

[beingdreeyore]

“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way

to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.”

~ Pablo Neruda XVIi

[sala11samobojcow]

[gh0stfaquerie]

I didn’t really know how to articulate this but I don’t love you slaps and is emo and sad and everything but I really need to emphasise the importance of us making bury me in black the new cover girl for mcr breakup songs because the first ones like “you’re a useless piece of shit” which again cool we love that but the second ones like “I’m actually gonna rip out your intestines rn” and ik i’m not the only dramatic bitch who likes the latter sentiment more

[average-emoluvr]

DAY 16!!!

I’m barely in my teenage years lol. I love this song and it describes most of my feelings day-to-day

[johnniescrossnecklace]

me if you even care

[lovecaitlined]

KaySun ❤️‍🩹

When you go, would you even turn to say

I don’t love you like I did yesterday…

[greeneyezblackheart]

Song Of The Day

[chemnections]

(08/03/23)

[notpoet06]

Dear ——,

I am never sending this. I am never sending this, but I want you to know, so I will pretend. This is my first time doing this, I think. My first time writing a love letter, and my first time falling in love. I don’t think I love you. Love is complicated, and I don’t think I know enough about it to quite say if I love or don’t love you. If I did, this would feel worse. This doesn’t feel too bad. Sometimes I wonder if you’ve ever even considered me as something other than a friend. The answer I determine is often no. But when you finally come to class, it all fades. Jealousy fades. I’m incredibly jealous of anyone I think you could like, did you know that? No, because you don’t know me. I wish you would know me. I don’t know myself, but I think it would have been nice to find out with you. Other times I know that the hints of who I might be would be too scary for the world, me included. I’m scared of myself, at the baseline. I think loving someone else alleviates that fear. I know the person I am is damaged, at least. Are you? Can you hide my disfigurement? I hoped you could. So maybe I don’t love you. Maybe I loved that service. Maybe I loved the way you made me feel. Maybe that’s the same thing. I hope I don’t love you, it makes it easier. But it was so easy anyway. You made it easier, and you don’t even love me. All you did was smile and talk to me. Talk to me. Tell me you could never be in love with me. Let me move on. I can’t be so jealous anymore, I know you can’t hide me. Don’t love me, it’ll spread. Good night, and I don’t think I love you, ——, but I could.