“There are a thousand voices in my head, telling me, this is where I will stand, forever, but from within the depths of my being, I always hear a faint whisper, it says, hold on, better days are coming.”
— R. Jacob
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@coldheartedbtch
“There are a thousand voices in my head, telling me, this is where I will stand, forever, but from within the depths of my being, I always hear a faint whisper, it says, hold on, better days are coming.”
— R. Jacob
that’s the thing here,
I just can’t stop creating my own demons—
We're slowly fading
We're slowly fading
Me: *reads 5 books in one week*
Also me: *doesn’t pick up a book for 7.62 months*
“every moment that we spend together is suspended in time skin to skin, so infinite when our hands are intertwined where you never end and i never begin and we’re just two hearts born in sync forever kept in time.”
— together in everlasting stasis, you and i | wt. (via waadtariq)
“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”
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Thank you, my love.
For loving me when I'm at my lowest.
For worshipping my body, even I'm not flawless.
For calming me when I'm having my unnecessary breakdowns and mood swings; I love how the way you hug me, it's like you're trying to hold my pieces together when I'm about to break down.
Thank you, for being mine.
And for all the languages you're speaking, my favorite is the love language we're both building together.
Te amo, my love.
You're my home.
Drying some flowers so I can start setting up my first altar ✨🌿
I ask my self 48 times a day “am I being dramatic? Is this #toomuch?” the answer is always yes of course
“Everyone I know, knows me only by the surface. They dare not go in depth, they dare not study the structure of my chaos heart. They only see me as a painting on the wall, with their own ideas of me, with their own definitions of me, without ever trying to listen what I have to say, without ever trying to understand what I am trying to portray.”
— Lukas W. // The painting
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”
- Day 351
Meredith Grey
“I never liked making homes out of people, but some nights with your arms around me like walls and your heart as warm as a blazing fireplace I have never felt more safe so darling, if this is home - please tell me I can stay.”
— Home // Genefe Navilon (via theprocast)
You are drowning yourself by overthinking everything. The next time you find yourself overthinking or beating yourself over something, picture something simple and put no thought into it. Look at the trees moving in the wind or take a moment to look at how beautiful this world is. This world is too beautiful for you to waste your time in unecessary thoughts that are just drowning you.