I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. (via monarchie)

(Source : thingskeptaway, via l-uxuriate)

I’m leaving. I can no longer call St. Louis home. Actually, now that I think about it, I never could. I’ve been exiled from so many places, including your heart… I must choose to go on my own for once. But I wanted to say goodbye. In Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her beloved, she wrote, “If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.” However, I am not Virginia Woolf, this is not a suicide, and you could never have saved me. I did not need to be saved. Maybe that was the problem. Perhaps you were a firefighter, just trying to find out where the smoke was coming from. But it wasn’t smoke, babe. It was smog. We created a paradise of security but the air was not safe to breathe. The poison kept me lightheaded. I didn’t know that we were suffocating. I don’t blame you for getting out while you still could. I don’t blame myself for sticking around without you, kicking up dirt and gravel, searching for signs of where we went wrong. In my solidarity, I decided that I am not abandoned ruins. I don’t know the way home but I know the way out. You thought I was burning, babe. But I wasn’t. I was frozen. I know they’re easily mistaken; both cause cracks and crumbling. I’m going to wander about from city to city until I find a place where I can thaw without setting myself on fire. I don’t care how long it takes. This is my Odyssey. I did not need to be saved. I can cross the street without holding your hand, babe. This is not to say I didn’t love you. However unhealthy, I’ve loved you most of all. This is to say I healed myself, but thank you for the gauze. A Letter With No Return Address by Kim Rhodes (via adderalldust)
once you tell yourself you wanna leave
leave, and don’t look back
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