Thursday, 28th of August with 2,973 notes
Monday, 25th of August with 2,653 notes
Friday, 22nd of August with 3,260 notes
Friday, 22nd of August with 1,695 notes
Friday, 22nd of August with 16,944 notes

Time to stray from blue a little bit. Need some color up in here.

Thursday, 21st of August with 1,821 notes

I’ve debated for a while whether or not I should talk to you again - my best friend, my sister, but I still don’t understand why you left me. I still can’t understand how one day we loved each other, laughed at each other, with each other; laughed at everything, and the next, nothing. Absolutely nothing. I thought I would be getting through this next stage of my life with you, where I would find myself and you yourself and we would share that.

We could have found each other, laughed about it, cried about it. There’s no one in this world I have ever trusted as much as I trusted you. I would give my life for you if you were to ever need it. This was true friendship.

It still hurts to see you have fun with others while I sit here, with these new ‘friends’. But they’re not the same kind of friends. Not even close. They’re not my sisters or brothers. They’re just people I have something in common with. They’re not you. It’s not enough.

I miss my best friend. I miss knowing someone out there loved me as much as I loved them in a way I can’t even love my own blood sisters. This was way beyond that. True sisters, the ones you choose. The only ones worth living with.

Every night I sit in bed thinking about how much fun we used to have, regardless of where we were and what time it was. I don’t know if I can ever recover from this, because you’re gone and you’re not. You’re here, but so far away. And I miss you so much.

I just hope that one day, you’ll come back to me and my life can be complete again because I sure as hell can’t go through everything alone.

I can’t live with this hole in my heart forever. I can’t keep ignoring the feeling of missing the best friend I ever had. I can’t keep thinking ‘oh, she’d like this’ every I see something I just know you would love. I can’t do it.

I don’t want to.

It’s been almost two years I think. Hell if I know. It’s been too long. I’ve lost track. Everything became irrelevant once I had no one to share it with. No one can ever compare to you.

Maybe I just need to get over this. Somehow.

Wednesday, 11th of June with 117,838 notes

I’m terrified (and that’s putting it lightly) to tell you how I feel about you.