growing attached to people but not wanting to be that clingy friend
"remember him, quietly. let his name out of your rigid spine. let him be someone else’s. oh god, there are train tracks in your chest. they are rattling constantly, but nothing ever comes. when did it all get so heavy? don’t ask questions. concentrate. it hurts so much, somedays you can’t talk. on a good day, you’d settle for his hands around your throat, as long as it leaves a bruise."
from 'habits', caitlyn siehl (via thefogsaid)
that night I called you and told you that you were the worst miracle I’d ever known