#forever lonely

[aweepingwilllow]

i wish i could do better

be better

be someone that matters to someone

anyone

just one

[freakywonbin]

all my single girlies arent single anymore 🫶🥹

[jude-thedude98]

Maybe flowers were meant to be smelled and not plucked

Maybe flowers were meant to be stepped on and not smelled

Maybe flowers weren't meant to be planted

Maybe you weren't meant to be trusted

Maybe you were only meant to be enough is enough

The last line before breaking points

Maybe secrets were supposed to be kept in society's of mouths ashamed to be with me

Afraid to say I love you

As if the very words don't taste like raw throw up I choke on every time

Every time I know I dry Heaven at the thought of not receiving the thought back

Reciprocation a feeling we feel we should receive

But if a flower is poorly born maybe it's best that you let it whither away and die

Instead of awesome, I's, wishes, and cries.

Unforgettable by Jude Poetall

[v0idstiles24]

Don’t y’all just hate being the single friend? Like I was at my friend’s house and they were showing their lockscreens with pics of their boyfriends/girlfriends.

My dumbass self is just in the corner with a Jensen Ackles wallpaper.

[mbella112]

🥀🖤💔

[pulcheriebalhoud]

Carly Simon - Why (Nightcore)

[iceagebaby]

Despondency / Refuge

that's supposed to be Bennys lighter, the Courier is dealing with cosequences of being thrown into a mess they had nothing to do with

the halo was something that turned out on an accident but i love it

Rant below

[itsdefinitely]

stumbling into here, may i suggest lonely!jon ……

i think that would be sad!

[ngoumapulcherie]

Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better (Nightcore)

[jaiquill]

[adustoflove]

Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.

[courfee]

“Regulus would be proud of us,” James whispered quietly to no one in particular, still gripping onto the painting like a life raft. 

— Tender Curiosities, Baby!  @otrtbs

[todayontumblr]

Friday, August 30.

Love Lasts Forever.

He's Bobby Wardell Sandimanie III, but you'll know him better as Destroy Lonely. Here on Tumblr, you might know him as @topfloorboss. Whatever name you know, Destroy Lonely is dropping something huge. 

Love Lasts Forever is out today. It's his sophomore album and the follow-up to last year's debut If Looks Could Kill. The record has 21 songs and features guest appearances from Ken Carson and Lil Uzi Vert. 

Lonely has a lot to say about it, and you can catch his thoughts right here, along with a selection of content curated by the man himself.

[topnotchquark]

Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.

Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.

And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.

But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.

[beatlesmenrock]

hi guys

[go-to-the-mirror]

[Read by Catherine Tate.]

"Just take a look at this view!" Donna cried. The Doctor joined her at the window. "I mean what a view," Donna exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"I have," replied the Doctor softly. "And so have you."

"The sun, flaming red and gold, across white mountain peaks and crystal valleys? I don't think so!" said Donna.

"And down there?" he asked, pointing.

"What?"

"Down there."

"Where down there?" she asked.

"There down there," he snapped.

"Well, that's– Oh my God!" she said.

"Chiswick?" he suggested.

"That's Chiswick!" she squawked. "What is Chiswick doing down there?"

"In a crystal valley below white mountain peaks above which the sun is flaming red and gold, you mean?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well, that's the real question," the Doctor replied.

He opened the window latches, slid the pane aside, and reached out. His fingers touched something invisible and the view, mountains and Chiswick alike, rippled like water.

"It's a telesensual holocunation," he said as he closed the window.

"A what? You're just getting me back for the plywood thing, aren't you?" said Donna.

"It's feeding off our thoughts," he said. "It's bleeding our memories. And replicating a composite view to make us both feel at home."

"'It'? Who's 'it'?"

"This building," the Doctor said.

Donna looked at him. "Wait, I'm checking... nope, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Neither do I," he replied with a fragile grin. "It's just a hunch."

"How is it making us both feel at home?" she asked.

The Doctor pointed down at Chiswick. "That's you, Donna Noble," he said. He raised his hand and pointed at the mountains. "And that's me."

"You?"

"That's Gallifrey."

Donna opened her mouth. "That's what it looked like?"

"Yes," he said.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Yes, it was," he replied. "It really was."