After the Storm

Katie. 16. NZ

"Depth over distance every time my dear"- Ben Howard

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"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."

- Jonathan Safran FoerExtremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

"We’re only here briefly. And while I’m here, I want to allow myself joy. So fuck it."

- Amy, Her (2013)

(Source: expiry, via makethemdream)

1hey:

I keep writing about you. they tell me my words are beautiful. I don’t know why. maybe because they’re written for you, you’re beautiful. but what they don’t know, what you don’t know. is that I stare at this blank fucking paper; and all I feel is rage, anger and frustration. because I write down these things  and it never comes close to what I feel. but if actions could be translated to words, I would write me shouting in my fucking car. because your favorite song came up on my god damned pandora station again. I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water burns my skin as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you. and then I would write me shutting off the water in total defeat. because I realize I never even had you. I would write how a fire starts in my chest whenever I see a picture of you and her. I’ve never envied a stranger so much before.  and I would write how my eyes burn  as I continue to stare at the god damn ceiling at 3 AM missing you. being up that late was only fun when you were around.I wish you were still around…I don’t even know how to fucking end this. there’s no poetic way to say I feel like fucking shit.