"You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world."
#late night ramblings
Don’t hold my hand. Don’t make me feel precious. Don’t make it seem like you care about me or that you’re concerned about my emotions. It’s fine. Just don’t. Don’t give me any reason to trust you. Don’t kiss me and let me believe you mean it. Because you don’t. Because I’m only going to get attached. I’m only going to trip and fall and spill all over the place. And then what will I have left? And then, when you tell me that you weren’t looking for anything more, I’m only going to be confused. I’m only going to rack my brain trying to figure out where I went wrong. I’m only going to end up hating you and pretending that you never existed. That I hadn’t been so weak as to believe you. And then it’s going to be my own fault.
So no, don’t hold my hand.
”[秋思] the sadness associated with seeing the leaves changing their colors, and beginning to fall – it means that the dark, cold months of winter are inching ever closer, day by day." – shuushi (submitted by nymphali-dae)
(Source: word-stuck, via senshuk)