“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 fawun)
“Whatever you felt last night, whatever needle was stitching its initials into your heart was felt by a hundred other hearts. Whatever growls in the darkest corner of your memory is a beast that others have fed. You are not the only person who feels ugly tonight. You are not the only person who can’t seem to find the right words until the conversation is over. Who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing on this carousel. Who cries for no reason or never cries or only cries when you feel like your life is finally standing still and you don’t know what to do when nothing is going wrong. […] It isn’t about always being happy. That shit is unhealthy. But you are only alone if you ignore all the other people who are exactly like you.”—Sierra DeMulder, Ariel (x)
if anyone ever calls you a slut just say ‘and yet i still won’t fuck you’ and then blow them a kiss as you saunter away because that’s the closest they’re ever gonna get to your magnificence, o smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamaties
“I have to keep reminding myself
That no matter how little I may feel
Nothing is a failure
If I learn from it
I have to keep reminding myself
That it’s okay to
Have been so sad that I didn’t go to class
It’s okay if I slipped up and called somebody
Whose number I meant to erase
It’s okay if I spend a few days in bed
So long as I get up again
I have to remind myself that
I wasn’t made to be perfect
I was made to grow
And nothing is a mistake if
I am better because of it”—I Have To Remind Myself | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.”—(via luaith3)