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tys-treatyoshelves · 1 month
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I always give people my whole heart, hoping that they'd be more. More dedicated, more courageous, more loving. But they are always less...
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tys-treatyoshelves · 1 month
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You know when you spend your entire life validating your wins yourself because no one does it for you the way you want, it feels like a dream come true if you find even one person doing that for you. This one person could be a family member, a friend, a lover. You shine like you've never shone before. But when you realise that they never believed in your dreams in the first place, something shatters. It's not their disbelief that does it — it's the fact that you gave that kind of power to someone else. You enabled another person to discourage you, demean you, dissappoint you. When you've always been your biggest cheerleader, why do you need the crowd?
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tys-treatyoshelves · 2 months
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how beautiful it is to find someone who has went through similar pain as you and you offer them the comfort you wished you had when you were in their position. its like gently taking off the armor, cleaning the blood wounds, keeping the sword to the side. and just being human. how tender it is to treat someone with love and kindness you wish you were treated with.
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tys-treatyoshelves · 2 months
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This city was never my own, always ours. My house became a home in your presence. Coffee tasted sweeter and better somehow when you made it — I don't think I ever told you that. Every little worry I had dissolved into nothingness once I told you about it. Cuddling with you was safest I've ever felt while sleeping.
I try to revisit places to make them mine. I change things around my home to make it new. I switch to better coffee to make it refreshing. I write, when I worry. But your side of the bed remains cold and empty. Sleep eludes me and this time, I can't even blame thunderstorms for my insomnia.
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tys-treatyoshelves · 2 months
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No vessel seems to be big enough to contain the grief that comes with heartbreak—my soul certainly seems to be incapable. Never having been much of a seamstress, every part of it that I stitch together threatens to give way, spilling out all of the hastily stuffed memories.
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tys-treatyoshelves · 3 years
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Hellooooo! On Tumblr to post about and simp over some of my favourite and not-so-favourite reads (you will also find review links with a few of these!)
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