I need to sit by the beach and marinate in the salt breeze.

We're gonna go back to being strangers, aren't we?

Sometimes it's hard for me to communicate how I feel because I don't always understand why I feel the way I feel. I need someone who is patient enough to understand my silence. sometimes I really don't want to vent, I just want someone to be there for me so I don't feel alone.
@letstalkaboutourconfession

I spent weeks fantasizing about him, we talked and I was reminded of how boring he is
I was what’s interesting about him

It's hard to remember most times. I fought blood and tears to be where I am now, I cried to be where I am now, I prayed to be where I am now. Genuinely, I'm grateful.

We live as we dream, alone.
-Joseph Canrad

Fall in love with a reader. Because they’ve lived a thousand lives they’ll fall in love in a thousand ways.
@brokenmess

I only miss you in the nights.
@brokenmess

On a real note, getting up everyday and going on with life is hard, being in spaces you don’t want to be is hard, staying consistent with your goals is hard, doing everything and still not getting results is hard, learning about yourself is hard, living in the moment with everything is hard, disciplining and holding yourself accountable is hard, being in spaces that don’t allow you to grow is hard, it feels incomprehensible.

i’m so big on "just say that" cause i swear all you gotta do is just say that.
@letstalkaboutourconfession

I miss the feeling of writing in anonymity, where there’s no room for interpretation in my life, no look of concern, none of anything. Just writing, no strings.

ungubani?

to whom this may concern;

you have a habit of trying to revive relationships and friendships that have passed their sell by date, but i hope you know that you can never grow by chasing what you’ve outgrown. continuously watering what has expired won’t bring it back to life.
@letstalkaboutourconfession

‘Do you want me as a professional?’
‘I want you however you want to be wanted.’
@brokenmess

I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There had to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.
@letstalkaboutourconfession

What’s for me won’t pass me by.

But then you realise, it doesn't matter. None of it does. You stop feeling the loss, the mention of their name no longer causes you pain, you no longer feel sad at the thought of them, your days no longer consist of you looking for them in every person you meet, you slowly forget things about them, their little features start fading away, you make new memories in places you thought sacred, you go on with yourself.

life goes on.
@brokenmess