Abby Withrow

~I want to change the world~

[ayydubbbs-blog]

~And I can’t decided if it’s miserable or comforting, that no mater how much I try to distract my self…. my mind keeps wandering back to you.~

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

I. Love. This.

[written-in-pen]

She was never bad at love, she was just stuck on the thought that maybe if she loved hard enough, they’d have to love her back.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[advntra]

[wnq-writers]

Please, understand this: you will always be alone. I don’t mean it as a depressing truth or a cruel mockery, but that’s just the way things are. The reality is we all will be always and forever alone with our minds. Regardless of the person sleeping beside you, regardless of the loved one hugging you, there’s nothing inside of you but yourself. You born and die alone, and you have to learn to live with it. And love it.

Sophia Carey (via wnq-writers)

[heartsnmagic]

[indieultra-blog]

[ayydubbbs-blog]

I just want someone to talk to, about everything,and nothing. And for someone to care, even slightly as much as I do. The truth is, caring too much is what always ruins me in the end.

-AW

[ayydubbbs-blog]

I give up when I feel unwanted, and people mistake it for arrogance. If only they knew it’s a lack of confidence that makes me go silent, not an abundance.

-AW

[ayydubbbs-blog]

And you know, I think I’d call that my greatest accomplishment. That others confide in me, unafraid of judgement or abandonment. That they see trust as my strongest quality knowing I’d never say one thing to their face, and another behind their back.

-AW

[ayydubbbs-blog]

I thought I was passed this… I thought I was done Because hearing your name didn’t give me that awful pit in my stomach Because I no longer cared what you thought of me Because I confused distraction with moving on But I admitted it out loud today, before I could stop myself… I miss you, even now.

-AW {thoughts-after-midnight} (via ayydubbbs)

[quotesndwords]

You hurt me. I’m not going to say it like a poet. I’m going to scream it like a Psychopath. You hurt me, and I never even understood why.

(via quotesndpoems)

[ayydubbbs-blog]

I’m never anyone’s first choice, and maybe I won’t ever be. People don’t fall for the way I look or how I initially come across. They need to see my soul to truly understand who I am. If any of them gave me the chance, they wouldn’t ever be disappointed. And maybe that’s exactly the kind of person I’m looking for. One that will stop, look past the mess of a person I am and actually care to listen and understand.

AW {thoughts-after-midnight} (via ayydubbbs)

[ayydubbbs-blog]

I think the key to being content is to stop forcing things to be. Drop your expectations and just let life go as it pleases. I promise, you’ll be much less disappointed.

-AW

[luvbey]

Reblog if you miss someone.

[nothinglikeusz]

I’m a thinker, not a talker.

six word story (via bl-ossomed)

[dizplayname]

When you miss someone so much but can’t do a damn thing about it. That’s what fucks you up.

(via dizplayname)