Hello.

My dears, you have more than likely realised I am no longer active on tumblr. There are a few reasons; the hsc looms, gaming has taken over and the death of someone I once knew has cast a shadow upon this site. Her blog remains undeleted and her final post will haunt me for eternity.
To the few I have spoken to, thank you. I’ll leave this tumblr up as a reminder of the past and if you send me a message I’ll respond when I get the chance.

Goodbye.

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Erebu’s 200 Follower Giveaway!

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Anonymous: what do you fear the most?

Someone I know and care for committing suicide. The thought of knowing that I couldn’t clear their mind and make them want to stay makes me feel incredibly hopeless.

Anonymous: Name and explain a book that means a lot to you.

Looking for Alaska: It’s not so much the meaning of the novel that stays with me but who I spoke to about it. The fact is that like Alaska, she’s gone and can’t come back to tell us why she did it.

Thank you for the question, whoever you are. And I hope you have a lovely day. 

"We were meant to lose the people and the things we love. How else would we know how important they are?"

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. (via fuckoff-mondays)

(Source: black-wolves, via holy-quack)

You know, we often take people for granted. So often that we neglect them and forget them. Sometimes we offer others our love but it isn’t always enough. They crave for nothing more than peace of the mind; the black abyss that only death can fulfill. And so they embrace death as one would a childhood sweetheart, with a noose to the neck, leaving nothing behind but a note and bitter-sweet memories. Yet those they leave behind are filled with nothing but a wave with grievance; an ocean of endless tears.
But you didn’t have to go. Whatever was burdening you, sinking your heart like an anchor at sea; it could merely be solved with a conversation.
“Something’s wrong with me.”
It’s too late now and I wish you had a head full of untainted thoughts in your mind last night. Rest in peace.