I’m independent and strong, but sometimes…just sometimes, it’s nice to be taken care of.
—
Samantha Towle (via thoughtkick)
I guess I know
that I am loved.
It doesn’t matter, though.
I’ve never been alone
but I’ve always been lonely.
Even when nobody breaks it,
my heart shatters
all on its own.
I want to go home.
But that’s a word
I’ve never known.
I wish I could put this
feeling in a poem,
but what I’m trying to say
is I miss you
and you haven’t gone anywhere,
and maybe
I don’t belong.
—
Home, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)
At least we tried.
Probably the saddest thing you can say












