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Ella Risbridger, from In The Kitchen: Essays on Food and Life
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talked about dating with my coworkers today. Remembered Things. Part of me died inside
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there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.
love elizabeth s.
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i will apologize for being insufferable but i will not stop. you all know this.
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sunny snaps from my solo date in Bristol 💌
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I cried the entire train journey back, realising just how much of the past I was still clutching onto. God, it felt so painful, and so, so pathetic, that I still haven’t let go, and how I still didn’t want to let go. It hit me on the train ride back that no matter how badly I wanted to return to the past, if I were to do so, no one was waiting for me there.
I missed my friend, even writing this, I still do, and I think I will always think of that friendship fondly and hold love in my heart for the memories we have shared, but coming to terms with the fact that we have nothing in common anymore and noticing how much one year and distance can drift people apart made me feel a little empty inside.
The fact that you only asked me one question in two hours felt insane to me. You haven’t seen me in a year. You’re the only person I confided in regarding it all. I cried in front of you. You know that I moved, and that I came back, and that I went through so much in between. You know everything. You knew everything. You didn’t ask. You don’t really care. It’s okay and I still love you anyways.
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One of those nights when I wonder if I am alive, or have been ever.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
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