you call me up again just to break me like a promise;
so casually cruel in the name of being honest.
“I fought to keep my breath in, to keep my lips locked around my last store of oxygen. It didn’t surprise me that my delusion of Edward was there. He owed me that much, considering I was dying. I was surprised by how sure that knowledge was. I was going to drown. I was drowning.” - New Moon, Chapter 15, pg. 415
heart beats fast,
colours and promises.
how to be brave, how can i love,
when i’m afraid.
if you’re homesick, give me your hand and I’ll hold it.