the boys i've loved & the end of the world

i’m starting to wonder if maybe love is trying to teach me a lesson and i have just refused to learn it

i found it cruel, cruel of whoever, or whatever, was in charge of fate, to bring us together again

i've spent so long chasing after someone who doesn't care

maybe that’ll be how the world ends,” he suggests, “it won’t

end terribly. it’ll just stop.”

you run too fast

and i can never reach you

for i am tired of chasing

someone who will never let

me catch them

silence is the loudest thing at

times

there will be days where you look in the mirror and want to remold your body like clay, days where you may not even want to get out of bed. on those days, it's okay to cry, to want to be different. but the next morning, remind yourself; you will be okay, you will be okay, you will be okay

i hope you think of the rise and fall of my chest with every breath i took, how i breathed for you.

it was all for you.

you have to learn how to breathe with pieces of your heart piercing your lungs.

rule #1: never cry over a fuckboy (how to get over someone in a month and a half)