thoughtsofcmn

[thoughtsofcmn]

i hope i will reconnect with the parts of my self i am abandoning in order to survive.

-cmn

[thoughtsofcmn]

A very tough year for relationships and friendships man

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chat i really miss her and her friendship, the worst part is there was no argument, no yelling. nothing. just silence, complete and utter silence. maybe that hurts more.

it’s funny how the absence of a wound hurts more than an actual wound.

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i miss you. and i’m sorry this is the way it became.

- cmn

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in another universe i don’t have to miss you, and in this one i’m sorry.

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it will consume me in the end, and i can’t do anything to stop it

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ada limón, ‘salvage’ // broken social scene, ‘anthems for a seventeen year-old girl’ // v.e. schwab, ‘the secret life of addie larue’ // lorde, ‘ribs’ // my search history // @/delicatethunders, tumblr

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I'm getting too comfortable with sadness; it scares me. Grief lives inside me like my childhood self. I give her the love she never had until it overflows into a flood of tears but she's still afraid and I don't know what to do anymore. she gets further away in moments of happiness and I'm scared of letting her go. so i cling on to sadness like a child in a crowd afraid to get lost; afraid of the unknown.

— 𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮

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Lana del Rey, from a poem featured in her poetry collection titled Violet Bent Backward Over the Grass

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“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.”

— Unknown

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“a lobotomy would fix me.” actually I think a decapitation would fix me, but to each their own I guess

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“Most people need love and acceptance a lot more than they need advice.”

— Bob Goff

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Nothing in moderation! Everything at once!

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you cannot save people, you can only love them.

-cmn

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Licking the last dregs of summer from open lips

Nectar and honey dripping so sticky and sweet

There's sunlight softly smiling on my fingertips

Though dusted by darkness I still defy defeat

The warm air feels like heaven on my swaying hips

As crisp as an apple & as warm as a kiss

This moment wraps me up in bright tendrils of bliss

[thoughtsofcmn]

does knowing me more

lead to loving me less.