I refuse to go numb




Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?


If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone, anyone, love me?
❝When I drag my brother from the edge and deliver him back to you, I want you to remember the things you felt while he was gone.❞
(Damon Salvatore)


I think her nail colour just sealed the deal. There was a horrible aching loss in my chest where my heart is supposed to beat.

Now, if I ever find that precise shade I’ll never be able to wear it. I’d just dilute it with my tears.