there’s still a little bit of me.
that isn’t even me. it’s you.
'residue' by Della Hicks-Wilson.
To put it simply - you have disoriented me.
Falling in love with you was like being thrown into an ocean at night.
It kisses my skin and it engulfs me, and I’m so light it feels like I’m flying, but I’m left with nothing that I need.
I don’t know which way will give me the air I need and which way will send me down further into the abyss.
Everything is chaotic
Everything is soothing.
jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via quotes-shape-us)