— Stuff From My Pinterest That I Liked Way Too Much To Keep On A Folder

i love it when a piece of media is like: is there anything more painful than knowing your sibling? is there anything more tragic than knowing they are the only person who will ever share the same experience as you? they were the only constant in your life. they were there since birth and now, no matter how they betray you, you will still love them. you will always feel the need to protect them even if you can no longer bring yourself to talk to them. will anyone else be able to understand? will anybody be able to love you and hate you and fear you the same way a sibling loves you and hates you and fears you? no, probably not

realized i was essentially breaking my back the entire time, the - white knuckle dying grip - taylor talks about just so he would stay

the friendship came from my part. i was an outlet for him

a severe case of "it would be cute if you were 15 but you're 20."

WHYY does this keep happening? jesus christ

she’s my muse

the moment you lose what you once had with someone is so heartbreaking, jesus christ

e dessa vez nem foi eu vsf kkkkkkk

you can go back to the past but no one will be waiting for you there

@robertzombie/right where you left me - taylor swift/unknown/unknown/unknown/stoned at the nail salon - lorde/@firstfullmoon/changes - cam/langston hughes/unknown/unknown/right where you left me - taylor swift/@nobodysflower

i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity

- Sylvia Plath