I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
― Thought Catalog (via fleeingsouls)
Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
does anyone else wake up in the middle of their dream, and you just love the dream you’re having so much and you try to go back to sleep thinking about it so it can continue off from the same part before you woke up, or is it just me
