If you’re sitting in your bedroom
with your legs crossed
and your mind fuzzy
crying
about something that someone else did,
wishing that anything would
numb the pain,
hoping that by morning
you’re living a different life
without all of this;
if you’re holding a mirror to…
May 2013
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April 2013
3 posts
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Tell me about your heart,
the way its beat
forms melodies
from your veins
through your bloodstream
to your beautiful
eyes.
Tell me about every lie
you’ve ever wanted to tell
but never got the courage to.
Tell me about your homesick feelings,
but not about your home.
Tell…
“
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
March 2013
14 posts
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again” —Finn Butler (via cytologic)
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again” —Finn Butler (via cytologic)