R3v3rie - ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Reverie ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

words from howl by Florence + the machine

vent post about dying young and being a bad dog: an unofficial writing

i am so different, i wish the people of my past could see that and give me just a couple more chances to change. all i want is a friend before i die of some stupid heart defect. for now, literature is my safe space once again,

having a personality disorder is so ridiculous. like girl the abandonment hasn’t happened just yet, CHILL OUT !!!

uriel i wish i hated you. i wish i could not still have some form of love for you.

the days repeat over and over and over and over and over and over and over and when and over and over and when will this end and over and over and stop please and over and over

how do you cope with being everything you’ve ever feared?

more blackout poetry

i miss you my dear michael. more than words could ever say. i need you right now, i wish i could just reach out and know you’d be there. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for whatever i did and i wish i could make it better. i would if you’d just tell me. you’d say to jump at this point and id just ask how high.

i still love you, i still care. i hope you’re out there in the world killing it like you somehow always do. you are the smartest person i know, with both logic and compassion. you always will be.

i look for you in everyone. i hope that sometimes you look up and see the stars and still think of me. i hope you realize that for now we’re still under the same sky- so there’s time. there will always be time for us to fix things. i want to, i wish you did too.

i love you, i miss you.

-your little sister lucifer <3

having trauma flashbacks when my bf is sleeping next to me is the worst. like i want to wake him up so i can be held but also he is baby and needs to be sleeping???

womp womp :(

i pray so often for my friends and chosen family, but i just know that no one is out there praying for me.