Catarine Hancock

there will be days where you look in the mirror and want to remold your body like clay, days where you may not even want to get out of bed. on those days, it's okay to cry, to want to be different. but the next morning, remind yourself; you will be okay, you will be okay, you will be okay

you run too fast

and i can never reach you

for i am tired of chasing

someone who will never let

me catch them

silence is the loudest thing at

times

maybe that’ll be how the world ends,” he suggests, “it won’t

end terribly. it’ll just stop.”

i've spent so long chasing after someone who doesn't care

i found it cruel, cruel of whoever, or whatever, was in charge of fate, to bring us together again

i’m starting to wonder if maybe love is trying to teach me a lesson and i have just refused to learn it

these are the kinds of people you should surround yourself with:

those who will hold you as you cry

i’d like to think

that if we never speak again,

one day you’ll look back on me fondly

as somebody who didn’t fear the future

when they pictured you by their side.