i am trying to convince myself that i am, and will be, okay.
"How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
someone told me once that true patience is a well that never needs resourcing, and i never really believed it until i found you; all those dry months i clutched at you in mortal thirst.
(Source: five--a--day, via badgirlguitar)
Finally cashed in my birthday gift card when I tracked down this beautiful bra. I’ve not felt too nice about myself for a while now but this helps.
Sons of Anarchy episode just destroyed what little was left of my already fragile mind just now, so I am going to sit here and drink beer and listen to depressing music.
No filter, new lipstick. I feel miserable today.