I wonder if I look as empty as I feel

— Ten word story
from: me
to: him (via keep-myheart)

She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands.


http://belleenfemme.tumblr.com Positive propaganda for the gender fluid.

(via TumbleOn)

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami (via modernise)