Ceaselessly

So we beat on, like boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

it all starts with not wanting to get out of bed, that’s how you know you’re getting bad again

—everything was okay for a while (via perrfectly)

(Source: nhude, via al0ne-and-awkward)

Let’s have the conversations we’re not having. 
Let’s talk about why we don’t talk. 
Let’s tell each other what we’re really thinking. 
Let’s lay out our hurts. Our hang-ups. Our hearts. 
Let’s admit our failures and ask each other’s forgiveness. 
Let’s show each other who we really are and see if there can still be an us after that. 
-let’s talk

I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.