Always be kinder than you feel.

Unknown (via fuckinq)

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Writing is like breathing, it’s possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what.

Julia Cameron 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Anais Nin (via cabaretfurs)

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My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.

note to self (via kvtes)

(Source: c0ntemplations)

My heart was a broken garden
and now you are the flowers
that fill the cracks. You’ve
blossomed from my heart, from
my bones, from between my
ribs. You grow in every part of
me and now it’ll give the
butterflies you left in my stomach
something to pollinate.

Z.P.S. - Heart Gardens (via eclipse-the-skies)

Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them.

(via deadvibess)

(Source: dudeshesgay)

If everybody likes you, you’re pretty dull.

Bette Davis (via violentwavesofemotion)

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ohninesevennine:

Pins and needles feel like television static happening under my skin. I can almost imagine my flesh and blood turning into monochromatic visual noise.

i) It’s cold in California when it’s 70 degrees and I guess people in colder places can say,”That’s nothing compared to what I’m going through”. People can say the same things about life, but we are all just trying to make the most out of what we have. I’m not freezing, but I know when I’m cold.

ii) Apparently the things you talk about in therapy are not appropriate conversation topics for small talk, but well why not? Everyone gets to brag about what they’ve accomplished. How come I’m not allowed to put your fingers up to my pulse, and say, “You feel this? This is my biggest accomplishment.”

iii) Some people have grown so used to being abused that when no one is around to abuse them, they begin doing it to themselves.

iv) I know that “family” almost has the same amount of letters as “sadness” and “anxiety”.

v) Sometimes strangers feel closer to you than your own blood.

vi) Sometimes if I scratch my skin hard enough, it looks like a bruise a few days after, and some days I swear the sky is the same color as my skin.

11:58 a.m. (6 confessions on a cloudy Wedneday)

(Source: expresswithsilence)

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers

e e cummings, from “you said is” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

  · Combat condolences

wednesdayshambles:

I’m sorry
I broke
your spine
while trying
to find my own

collateral damage
is a hazard
in times
of war

my
sincerest
regrets,

__________

I hit you
For no real reason
Other than my bad day
You forgot about it
Before you got up
And forgave

I fucked your
First serious love
Just to beat you to it
We got drunk the next night
And laughed about things
From our past

I passed out
Covered in vomit
In your Nans back garden
And you still walked me home
And let me use you
For support

They’re my sins
And you have your own
We grew up together
And we’ve been through it all
Both good and awful
As brothers

New Age Outlaws - wineandtobacco (via wineandtobacco)

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via loveless-people)

  · Not Guilty.

lonni-trees:

I have an excuse
I never gave you permission
In fact, I had a boyfriend.
Not once, had I signaled your lonely heart with mine.
And yet, you grew on me with time
My boyfriend, never intertwined
For some reason
Our lines
Didn’t rhyme
And our breakup went smooth
Quiet, and that was fine.