lalondes:

it’s not bad or selfish or wrong to desire attention and love when you are feeling ill and upset. sometimes, you need other people to keep you afloat. that’s okay. you are not a burden. being needy is not a bad thing. you deserve to be cared for. it’s okay to ask for help.

(Source: scenicroutes)

cloudpuppy:

do u wanna take a bath together and give each other bubble beards

youcouldbefound:

neoliberalismkills:

"no one can love you until you love yourself"

that is complete bullshit

don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve love from other people because you struggle with loving yourself

this everyone read this right now

(Source: neoliberalismkills)

"You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather."

 Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)

"I wonder what it’s like
to be craved like a cigarette.
I want to soothe your nerves
and ease your mind
by the simplistic inhale
of everything i can give you.
I long to linger by you,
on everything you own
like the sweet smell of smoke.
There aren’t many things
that I wouldn’t give
to spill out of your mouth
like the poison you so
shamelessly leak
into your lungs.
Let me be your nicotine.
I want to be your addiction."

I want to be your drug - 9.16.14 3:05 pm

"

I no longer wish for you to crave me

like the cigarette you yearn for

every morning after you open

your eyes because my goal isn’t

to cause your demise,

unlike that thing you allow

to slowly kill you now

just because it’s able to momentarily

calm your nerves with every drag,

that thing that empties your pockets

with its accumulating price tag,

that thing that will always control you

even when you think you have it under control,

but who am I to talk when

I allow alcohol to play the same role?

"

Tis not love, but irony that truly makes the world go ‘round. (via she-lives-to-write)

"

I will burn my lungs with cigarettes
And replace my blood with alcohol
As I realize you aren’t coming back

The earth will keep spinning
The stars will keep shining
And the wind will keep blowing

The world did not stop when you left
But my heart did

"

A year ago I was terrified of losing you and now I’m afraid you’ll never come back.

"It’s okay if I’m not
your favorite
chapter you have
written,
but I hope you
sometimes smile
when you flip
back to the pages
I was still a part of."

Y.Z   (via bl-ossomed)

jesus

(via k-xxv)

(Source: rustyvoices)

~ On Getting Over Someone You Never Had

daisylongmile:

It made me sick,
that months after you were gone,
and long after you stopped pretending to think of me,
I was still playing songs
that were real enough to me
as the scent on your shirt collar.
They’d bring you back to me,
like we were sprawled out over my rug again,
staring at…

"

i look for you in everyone.
because you were morning
in a world of midnights.
and you were the light
when all i knew was darkness.
and i was never altogether fond of my name,
until i found out how it tasted
when you sighed it into my mouth.
kissing you reminded me of when i was in montesorri
and our teacher showed us an experiment
with balloons and walls and woolen clothes
that sent shocks down to the tips of my toes
and made my hair stand on end.
kissing you was painfully slow and patient,
like cooking a turkey with matchsticks.
and i wouldn’t have stopped cooking the turkey
for anything in the world.
you were the cold jolt that i got,
jumping off the cliffs into the freezing dark sea.
you were the early swim
on christmas morning.
and kissing you was like falling out of a twenty-two storey window
and exploding into a cloud of robins
and reappearing on the ground
with my mouth full of feathers.

losing you was awful
and torturous
and heart-wrenching.
and all of a sudden
my hair flattened again,
the turkey was frozen once more,
i was standing back on the cliff-top crying with the cold,
christmas morning was long gone,
and all my robins flew away.

and i know you really, really don’t give a shit,
but it’s all starting to happen again and i don’t know how i even feel about that.

"

you were the only sunshine i saw, and you left me in the dark for so long that i might be mistaking the moon for you - j.k.m. (via ink-hands)