There’s a certain kind of quiet that I hope you never have to experience.
It’s not the warmth of time alone where you don’t have to do anything,
it is the haunting, dead silence when the one person you want to talk to most in the world ignores you.
It wraps around you, running through your veins, cracking your bones, puncturing your lungs until you can’t breathe anymore. —Silence (via mutilatedmemories)
There are some nights when I can’t help but wonder if I could have done anything to make you stay. If I was prettier would I have kept your attention? —Midnight thoughts (sometimes I can’t sleep)
I hate it when someone stopped talking to you. After talking to them for a week, months, years, after knowing them for so long. And after getting attached with them, then it will suddenly stop. They'll stop talking to you without any warn. You'll feel empty like something is missing. And you keep on wondering why. Why it ended.