Un placard de squelettes.

divisi0ns:

the earth is really quite stunning.

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boyslut:

this is cute in a weird kind of way because it’s not a dog but yeah 

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Been awhile since I came here to let everything out. You used to read this page everyday, wonder if you still do, or even visit this page at all. Everything is falling apart. People dont come up to us and say, you guys are adorable. Nor do they say, you guys are meant for each other. No, they dont do that anymore. We, or should I say, you, dont bother texting me sweet things anymore. Whenever I do that, you’d just casually change the topic. When I suggested cooking your favourites for you on Tuesday, you said, anything. You used to be thrilled. When I finally get to see you after such a long day, all I get is your long face. Just because you’re having a bad week. These 2 weeks I’ve been tolerating shit from you, trying my best to keep everything alive, trying to hold us together. I used to be your sunshine, remember? You used to lie in bed with me and stare at me like I was your world, flip my hair out of my face and tell me, “You’re beautiful.” Now you dont do such stuff. I hardly get any reassurance. Yesterday I spent hours doing up my paper sculpture. While you were out having fun, I was in the library slogging my guts out doing my sculpture. Because of how mischievous you were, you could have ruined my work. Of course I got mad. With a brief apology you want me to suddenly forgive you and not be mad anymore? Cant you tell, by the amount of cold treatment that I’m unhappy? I am so fucking insecure and upset. I dont know how to tell you how tired I am of everything, how close I am to giving up on myself,because it seems like every single time I try to preserve something beautiful, I end up watching it get destroyed. Every single night I sleep with a heavy heart because you casually forgot to reply and say goodnight. Every morning I go to school myself without knowing where the fuck my boyfriend is, turns out he wants to sleep a little more and forgot to inform me. Burdened with so much workload and shitty emotions I passed out in the toilet this morning. Waking up feeling so shitty again cause all I got was a phone call that lasted less than 1 minute. Where the fuck am I headed to? Am I supposed to hold on? If I am, then what am I supposed to hold on to? These broken fragments of our incomplete story? Can’t you see that I’m already trying so hard to keep everything alive? 

Can’t you see that you’re slowly losing me…?

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