‘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

“you’re such a giver, so much of my life would be unimaginable without you”

i’m exhausted living the life i do. i find myself in a constant loop of depression. not depression in the form of sadness but emptiness instead, i feel this weight on top of me that feels impossible to lift and even more impossible to enjoy life with. i’ve dreamt a lot about going nowhere, and wherever nowhere is i’ve thought of making a home for myself there, steps away from the sand and endless sunsets, where i’d sit down and collect seashells everyday; tirelessly spending day after day next to the ocean. i feel in need of going nowhere and feeling the sand, in need of being surrounded by nothing but nowhere.

“and until you heal, you are going to be toxic to everyone who tries to love you”

You don’t have to understand life. You just have to live it.
-The Midnight Library

anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, non si contano mai…

“years, lovers and glasses of wine, these are things that should never be counted”

But forgiveness is a delicate act, no?