#these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

[viscerax]

How to never stop being sad

(Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone)

Tim opens the door to his home, practically throwing his jacket to the floor. He calls out, announcing his arrival. For just a moment he thinks he hears a response. A call from another room. Jay greeting him. Brian welcoming him home. He doesn't really hear it. He knows its not real. But it doesn't matter.

(Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over)

__________________________________________

(Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you)

Tim pops the tape into the radio of his shitty car. A compilation of all the songs he and Jay listened to on their 'road trip'. Sometimes it made him sad to listen to them, to think about the bittersweet memories of the man sitting next to him and dumbly singing along, or when they would yell at eachother as the music filled the background.

__________________________________________

(Stay up every single night staring at your phone, Either attempting to gather up the courage, To turn these demons, these constant reminders, Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream)

Tim clutches his phone with conviction. He plays the voice-mails over an over again, as if hearing their voices would bring them back. He listens to Jay's grainy voice asking for a call back, and he let's out a shuddering breath. He knew the man for such a short amount of time, most of which was spent at eachothers necks in an argument. And yet, he felt closer to him than he had with anybody since Brian.

__________________________________________

(Or praying just for one second you could feel

The warmth of equally returned love)

Tim remembers the feeling of Jay's hand slotting into his as he drove. He remembered that look that Jay had in his eyes whenever he was staring at Tim. That look that made Tim feel like he was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. It filled him with a bitter weight. How could he have ever punched this man, this man that looked at him like he was a precious jewel?

Tim remembers the feeling of Brian pressed against him as the two sat on his sofa, away from the publics watchful eye. He remembers Brian's arm around his waist, and his lips on his. He remembers how Brian looked at him the same way that Jay did. He remembers that sweet smile and that adorable tooth gap, and he remembers the feeling of Brian's mustache rubbing against his upper lip as they kissed.

Sometimes he can still feel it, for a fleeting moment he feels a hand in his, or an arm around his waist. And for a moment he thinks 'this is nice.' And then he remembers. And its not nice anymore.

__________________________________________

(Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself)

The baristas have got to think he's the weirdest guy ever. He sits there for hours on end on his days off. The shop is so far away from his home, but he pretends like it isn't. Tells himself he was going to come down here soon anyways, so he might as well. The coffee isn't even good. But he drinks it anyways. He thinks back to when him and Brian were filming that god-forsaken film. He remembers the shoddy dialogue they exchanged out on the wooden steps.

He stays there until closing sometimes. He doesn't even do much. Sits there, spaces out, tries to imagine he's there with Brian, or with Jay, or perhaps both. And the illusion lasts for a bit before its broken by the sound of the bell ringing over the door. He always looks back, always thinks for a moment that he's going to see them standing there. It never happens, but that doesn't stop him from hoping.

__________________________________________

(Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?)

Your fault. He hears whispers in the night. He knows its his own brain. He knows its himself. He thinks its funny how the human mind betrays itself. He thinks, it must be true, though. To hear it so often.

Tim tried to distance himself from anything to do with the channel. But on particularly lonely nights, he would visit the Twitter page, see the tons of people who made comments, who were trying to solve the whole thing along with them like it was a game.

"I think Tim is responsible for Jay's death. If he hadn't left Jay, he still would've been alive." He read that comment and let out a laugh. At least he wasn't the only one who thought so.

"That was cold of Tim to let Brian fall like that." That one hit Tim. He knew it wasn't true. He knew there was no way to catch him, and he didn't even know it was Brian then. Still. It hurt.

(You must have done something real bad

Its nearly impossible for you to cry now)

__________________________________________

(Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have)

He let's the phone ring a few times before finally picking up.

"Hello?" He answers, sounding not-so enthusiastic to be talking to whoever was on the other line.

"Hey, Tim!" Oh great. One of Tim's work friends, Eric's, voice came out of the phone. "You still down to watch the game tonight?" Tim was invited to some football watch party. Tim didn't like football, but the concept of being invited to hang out was nice enough. He said yes at the time, but here he was, sitting on his floor, tears still remnant in his eyes.

"Oh, uhm, no thanks. Got caught up with something. Maybe next time?" There won't be a next time. He knows he can only cancel on so many plans before they get tired of him. But he hears Eric hum in agreement and the two part ways.

__________________________________________

(Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love)

Tim sets the ukulele down with a discontented sigh. The instrument no longer rested neatly in his hands. He could no longer play the chords so fluidly like he used to. Now, whenever he picks it up, it feels more like a chore. He plucks the strings a bit, but nothing more. He thinks about Jay, and how when he found out that Tim could play the ukulele, he told him that it was "basically a guitar but gayer".

__________________________________________

(Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture)

His days go by in a blur. Every single moment passing by him like he's watching a film. Every day at work feeling like nothing but a mundane task that he's forced to watch someone else do. At this point, he's not sure he even wants to fix things. He stops seeing his counselor after a few months. She wasn't any help, bless her soul. It's not like it was her fault. You can't fix someone who keeps breaking themselves down.

__________________________________________

(But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings

In old stolen rum)

If Tim were at a bar, he surely would have been cut off by now. He was almost done with the bottle. He could barely see straight, and he knew he was going to have one hell of a hangover tommorow.

(Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat)

It burns. And it tastes gross. Tim is reminded why he never drinks everytime he takes a shot. But it doesn't matter. The burn is good, right? It makes him feel good, his brain fuzzy. It clouds his mind and yet makes him feel so much at the same time.

(Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now)

__________________________________________

(You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it)

[piney-45]

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone

time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

overanalyze every single word you hear

"was this a sign that things were going wrong?"

no, no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone

either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

always bring your notebook, never stop writing

leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

watch them smile as you get in your car

talk down on yourself whenever possible

"my life is shit because I deserve it, right?"

you must have done something really bad;

it's nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life

if they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't

who cares?

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it

become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum

learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

you just needed to find a way to talk to it

[memorypassage]

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you Overanalyze every single word you hear "Was this a sign that things were going wrong?" No, no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone Either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream Or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself Always bring your notebook, never stop writing Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible "My life is shit because I deserve it, right?" You must have done something really bad; It's nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life If they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't Who cares?

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness You just needed to find a way to talk to it

[aropride]

repeat to yourself that theyre not really gone time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things that you have no control over. keep listening to the mixtapes that they gave you is this a sign that things were going wrong? no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them. stay up every single night staring at your phone either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love. go out for coffee four times a week by yourself always bring your notebook, never stop writing leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip watch them smile as you get in your car. talk down on yourself whenever possible, my life is shit because i deserve it, right? you must have done something real bad its nearly impossible for you to cry now. avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life, if they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't. who cares? allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it become a secondary character in your own motion picture but most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach you're drinking bottled love now. you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness you just needed to find a way to talk to it

[lukethorton]

“these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream. praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equality returned love. talk down on yourself whenever possible. my life is shit, right?”

@addictedtosarah @leithorton @topperthortonn @carsoniswack @cecelia-catton @tobyiscooll @codyclarkk @princessthorntonx @harperalexandraaa @itsjustwheezie

[mybloodyvalentinembv]

Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

"Was this a sign that things were going wrong"

No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage

To turn these demons, these constant reminders

Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel

The warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?

You must have done something real bad

Its nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have

Left in your life, if they really wanted

To see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings

In old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it

[sandygorange]

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone

Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

"Was this a sign that things were going wrong?"

No, no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

"My life is shit because I deserve it, right?"

You must have done something really bad;

It's nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life

If they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't

Who cares?

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it

- sandygorange

[fatal-rendezvous]

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you Overanalyze every single word you hear "Was this a sign that things were going wrong?" No, no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them Stay up every single night staring at your phone Either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream Or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself Always bring your notebook, never stop writing Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip Watch them smile as you get in your car Talk down on yourself whenever possible "My life is shit because I deserve it, right?" You must have done something really bad; It's nearly impossible for you to cry now Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life If they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't Who cares? Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it Become a secondary character in your own motion picture But most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach You're drinking bottled love now You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness You just needed to find a way to talk to it (at Providencia, Santiago De Chile) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp33BwbupcH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cottagehorror-lesbians-stuff]

Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over. Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you. Overanalyze every single word you hear: "was this a sign that things were going wrong"; no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them. Stay up every single night staring at your phone, either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons, these constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream, or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love.

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself. Always bring your notebook, never stop writing. Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip. Watch them smile as you get in your car.

Talk down on yourself whenever possible. My life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something real bad. It's nearly impossible for you to cry now.

Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life, if they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love. Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it. Become a secondary character in your own motion picture, but most importantly, drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum. Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat, find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach. You're drinking bottled love now.

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness: you just needed to find a way to talk to it

dandelion hands - how to never stop being sad

[natiscore]

How To Never Stop Being Sad

"Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone

Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

"Was this a sign that things were going wrong"

No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage

To turn these demons, these constant reminders

Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel

The warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with you tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?

You must have done something real bad

It's nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have

Left in your life, if they really wanted

To see you they'd come. But they won't (who cares?)

Allow yourself to lose interest in things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings

In old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it"

[emowithadremo]

Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way to deal with things

You have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

Was this a sign that things were going wrong?

No, no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons

These constant reminders of your loneliness

Into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second

You could feel the warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?

You must have done something really bad

It's nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life

If they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't

Who cares?

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it

[shebandobsessed]

Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

"Was this a sign that things were going wrong"

No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage

To turn these demons, these constant reminders

Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel

The warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?

You must have done something real bad

Its nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have

Left in your life, if they really wanted

To see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings

In old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

[cemetery-flower]

how to never stop being sad

Time has proven

That fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way

To deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

"Was this a sign that things were going wrong"

No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage

To turn these demons, these constant reminders

Of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel

The warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook, never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

My life is shit because I deserve it, right?

You must have done something real bad

Its nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks even though

They're the only sense of consistency you have

Left in your life, if they really wanted

To see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat

To the world around you, don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But most importantly

Drown every single one of your feelings

In old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it

[multithing5idk]

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone. Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over. Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you. Overanalyze every single word you hear: "was this a sign that things were going wrong?" No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them. Stay up every single night staring at your phone either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons (these constant reminders 0 of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love. Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself. Always bring your notebook, never stop writing. Leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip, watch them smile as you get in your car. Talk down on yourself whenever possible. My life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something real bad, Its nearly impossible for you to cry now. Avoid your friends for weeks even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life, if they really wanted to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?). Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love. Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it! Become a secondary character in your own motion picture, but most importantly drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum. Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat, find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach. You're drinking bottled love now. You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness, You just needed to find a way to talk to it.

[nanisascorpio]

stay up every single night staring at your phone

either attempting to gather up the courage

to turn these demons, these constant reminders

of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

or praying just for one second you could feel

the warmth of equally returned love ♡

[shakusu]

Repeat to yourself that they're not really gone

Time has proven that fooling yourself into believing a lie

Is the most effective way to deal with things you have no control over

Keep listening to the mixtapes they made you

Overanalyze every single word you hear

Was this a sign that things were going wrong?

No no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

Stay up every single night, staring at your phone

Either attempting to gather up the courage to turn these demons

These constant reminders of your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream

Or praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love

Go out for coffee four times a week by yourself

Always bring your notebook

Never stop writing

Leave little comics and thank-you notes with your tip

Watch them smile as you get in your car

Talk down on yourself whenever possible

You must have done something really bad

It's nearly impossible for you to cry now

Avoid your friends for weeks

Even though they're the only sense of consistency you have left in your life

If they really wanted to see you, they'd come

But they won't

Who cares?

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love

Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you

Don't fight it

Become a secondary character in your own motion picture

But, most importantly, drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum

Learn to love the taste of it dripping down your throat

Find comfort in the warmth coming from your stomach

You're drinking bottled love now

You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness

You just needed to find a way to talk to it