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a beautiful lie,

When doctors stick their fists into the chest cavities of human beings, they leave something behind, some sadness that glues itself to the insides of the operated ribs. It is as if your heart knows it has been exposed to the sky and it is mourning the loss of light. It grows dark when they break you open.

For some reason, you know the call is coming before it does. He says it’s over between you and him and you thought you were ready for it but instead you find yourself shaking and sobbing with the same nauseous out-of-control feeling as when you were seven and spun over your handlebars and hit your head against the concrete. His words are a high-speed collision without a helmet.

This is what it feels like when you put the phone down: it feels as if you are lying with cold feet on the crinkled paper of a hospital table and there is an ongoing surgery occurring without anesthesia. Every doctor has his face. You picture the small moments that are being carefully plucked from your sternum - no more quiet moments while you sort clean clothing, no more ice cream trips at two in the morning, no more waking up before him to see the sun shift through his eyelashes, no more summer days with bare legs tangled on beaches, no more kissing him, no more curling up near him, no more him.

And you hate that you want it all back, that you would take everything you have and trade it for another chance to feel him beside you. You are not someone’s princess and you never were. Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.

But here you are, open-heart operation in progress while he cleanly snips out his connection to you. That’s it. No more future.

He leaves you there, bones bent back to make room for the hole he has punched in you. You are the one in charge of your recovery, but you have shaky hands and there aren’t enough band-aids for a hurt like this. Every time you make a peanutbutter sandwich or listen to your favorite music or stare up at the ceiling, you remember him and the stitches come undone again.

And your friends grow weary of hearing your story and hearing how you called him drunk and hearing how you hate him and hearing how you love him in an almost impossibly unending way and hearing how you’ll never be the same and hearing how you’re feeling better really and hearing how you’re back in the same sad space and your mouth grows wearing of saying his name like each letter was a prison wall and

one day you don’t speak of him at all. You carry the scar but you no longer flinch when the sharpness of this world brushes against your chest. You are wolf, and you might be wounded, but one day you will get over it.

You are still waiting for when that moment hits.

Soft dies the light (part two) /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

10:05 PM [SENT]: My mouth tastes like rust i think it is because my bones have become cages do you know what that’s like do you know what it’s like to be six inches from salvation but six centimeters from damnation

11:45 PM [SENT]: What if we were supposed to be birds and we lost our wings and being human is our punishment for being too in love with the sky what if that’s why every time I’m at the edge of a cliff I have to stop myself or I will jump

1:15 AM [SENT]: Please please please text me back I really need to talk to someone and you said you would always be there if I needed you please i know it’s late but please

1:31 AM [SENT]: i’m thinking of relapsing

1:47 AM [SENT]: please god it has gotten so bad lately please i just need someone to save me

2:53 AM [SENT]: i’m sorry for bothering you ignore that last text i just can’t sleep it’s so messy in my head actually ignore every text from today i don’t know what’s wrong with me except everything

3:06 AM [SENT]: oh god but when I hit the ground did rock bottom leave a dent

11:12 AM [SENT]: fuck i’m sorry about yesterday i was just in a bad place for a little bit i haven’t been sleeping and i’m super stressed
11:56 PM [RECEIVED]: no problem
1:06 PM [SENT]: yeah sorry again i’m totally fine now sorry haha
1:35 [RECEIVED]: np

2:03 PM [RECEIVED]: my life sucks so badly
2:16 PM [SENT]: hey, don’t be sad, okay? you can talk to me.

Basically I’m your diary and I don’t think you really care what happens to me. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

❀ you’re my starry sky and every ocean wave  // r.i.d

my mother says she made me strong like amber,
strong like the trees, strong like
how you held me.

yes i am fragile and the light
shines right on through me

and my love i am overflowing
to coat the scars
you left on me

but i think somewhere in all of this healing
part of you got trapped
under new skin
and i will never
get you out
again.

"He never cared. How could I be so blind.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)


“I love him. I love him and he doesn’t give a fuck about me.” // r.i.d

I love him. I love him and he doesn’t give a fuck about me.” // r.i.d


“I love him so much and it seems like he loves me too but he has a girlfriend.” // r.i.d

I love him so much and it seems like he loves me too but he has a girlfriend.” // r.i.d


"I think maybe we can’t be.” // r.i.d

"I think maybe we can’t be.” // r.i.d


“I’ve come too far to let myself slip back into my old ways.” // r.i.d

I’ve come too far to let myself slip back into my old ways.” // r.i.d


"She didn’t even bother to ask if I was okay just yelled at me for using curse words when I texted and that was it. I feel like she doesn’t care unless I’m dying”. // r.i.d

"She didn’t even bother to ask if I was okay just yelled at me for using curse words when I texted and that was it. I feel like she doesn’t care unless I’m dying”. // r.i.d

you make everything better; you are
earth, sea, and sky
but baby you deserve
so much better
than i.

I’m falling for him bad and I whenever I’m with him I get that feeling like when you’re ice skating and you almost fall but you catch yourself just before hitting the ice.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)


"He took everything away from me then he left like nothing ever happened." // r.i.d

"He took everything away from me then he left like nothing ever happened." // r.i.d

inkskinned:

hey dudes i haven’t done storytime saturday or storytime sunday for awhile (if u are new i sometimes write stories based off my dreams bc i dream super vividly so i just write down what i see) so here’s a (pretty awful) little bitty story if you got the time to read it this one is called “shatter” here ya go

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