yabanci sarkilar;
solid space - destination moon
max richter - november
hit the lights - three on nine
billie marten - as long as
alone and together
ghostly kisses - empty note
la tristesse du diable
e ben önereyim bari;
royal blood - figure it out
nf - can you hold me
saudade - son dans
never get used to people - life letters
cihan mürtezaoğlu - gün güzeli
the fray - heartless
yedinci ev - sarhoşum
And I've fallen.
So hard.
I've hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've seen things that cannot be unseen.
And yet I've known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching.
Love is a heartless bastard.
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