disgusting purity

Certainty

I’m frustrated with myself for giving in to conformity. I can’t risk safety for the sole purpose of feeling alive. All of us are alive anyway… in literally terms.

And then there’s the way I feel about you.

I’d jump a thousand heights if it would surely make me be with you.

There it is again! The need of certainty. Well, I’m sure I’ll love you forever. Even if I’m certain you don’t feel the same for me.

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile
John Green

comealongpie:

my hand still aches
for the hand i never held
and the smile he never made
for me

“

Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.

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