Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R

Status: I seriously follow everyone back.
Joined: October 6, 2012
Last Seen: 3 months
user id: 333400
Gender: F

Quotes by Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R

Sadness is not loud. 
You cannot see it in their eyes. 
Sadness is in the vision. Sadness is staring at the ceiling with your arms at the sides. Sadness is your inability to muster up the energy to turn off the light. Sadness is wishing your demons were real and then wishing that they’d come get you. Sadness is quiet sobs in the corner of the bathroom. Sadness is still smiling. 
Sadness is not in your eyes; it is in your veins, in your bones, in your goddämn blood.
When it comes to the people I care about, I can be quite the hypocrite. I’ll give you the hours during which I should be sleeping without hesitation. My eyelids saturated with fatigue, I’ll gladly watch the seconds tick away knowing that somehow this is helping you. But when it comes to me, I don’t want you to worry. You don’t need to help me climb out of the rubble I call my life. I’ll make it out somehow. Until I do, I’ll put a smile on my face for you. I’ll make sure it’s high quality, made from whatever amount of strength I could muster before stepping outside that morning. If I’m lucky, you won’t question the bags under my eyes or the way I seem to space out when my thoughts become too loud. If I’m lucky, my sadness will stay just that, mine. I know your arms are open, but sometimes I don’t want to trouble you with this body. Sometimes I just don’t want to be a burden.
I think it hurts the worst when you get your hopes up for something, get them up really high to the point where you think it actually might happen–and then it doesn’t. And you’re left sitting there, under the weight of your disappointment, with concrete in your chest and tears lining your eyes, and what do you do after that? Nothing. All you can seem to do is sit there and listen to the echoing sounds your body makes in all of its emptiness.
he was a universe and I got lost among the stars
moonlight shines through the blinds, clashing with the darkness. this beautiful light seems almost unreal as my hand passes over the patch of it. soon it will fade away until the night clouds part for it again, and it chooses to find me stuck in the dark.
and when the fog is over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight
I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed
so what's the point? you go to bed with the same thoughts of yesterday, then you wake up only to find that life hasn’t changed one bit. you are still alive, but what are you alive for?
if i could i would feel nothing
killed my old self but the new me isn't much better
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