–– nebulae

❝ hush, my sweet: these tornadoes are for you. ❞ piper atwell. twenty one. rogue.

[volcaniclily]

He wants to live forever. You aren’t even certain if you want to live until tomorrow. You aren’t too picky about the things you’re willing to die for, but he whispered once (more to himself than to anyone else) that he’d never held anything in the palm of his hand he’d be willing to die for. But the world is shifting and as you stumble against each other, you find your fingers stitched together, the heat of your palm pressing against his. / It’s a strange, unimaginable, breath-stealing thing: He finds something worth dying for and you You find something that makes you wonder if life’s sweeping highs, the songs of your heart swelling in your chest, make the crashing, crumbling lows worth living after all.

(Spoiler alert: they are.)

[starredsoul]

You’re burying me alive, shoving dirt into my protesting mouth, so determined to keep me a secret. Don’t tell me it’s for my own protection - I’m not the same porcelain doll you dusted on the shelf at the beginning of everything. The world has turned my skin to the purest steel. I am blood and bone, flesh and muscle, and you don’t have to worry about my shattering. I’ve already done this once, digging myself out of my self-made grave, out of my expectations, out of my skin. I can finally breathe with clean lungs, and I will not be hidden again.

Emily Palermo, And Maybe I Don’t Want Protection

[aleewrites]

The Glass Girl

On the sunlight in the brightest days, You could see through her. But then, as the skies grayed You were left staring at a blur.

She showed you the rain, But never let the icy water touch you. She displayed all the pain, But never let anything through.

And when she was finally hit All the cracks meeting as one Her pieces began to split And she had nowhere to run.

Shattered on the floor she lay Broken for everyone to see And now you don’t know what to say, She warned you this is how it would be.

[stolenwine]

As long as I am my own to give, your palms will always be full.

“nothing is lost.” by Emma Bleker

[poppyflowerpoetry]

there’s a beautiful, quiet love raging like a storm in your chest. somehow it’s better off this way, how no one can see it but you,  how the lightning crackles from your ribs when he smiles. at night, you lie next to him and you are  filled up with hope and hurricanes. you close your eyes and think of how lovely the wreckage  will be.

Storm by Auriel Haack

[poppyflowerpoetry]

i used to remember how the sun felt against my face. i knew the rush of the wind in my hair better than anything. i was a cloud dancer, a fever dream. but i fell so long ago that i am reluctantly calling the prison of this world home. not much can bring me back to the old memories, but kissing you is like tasting the sky.

The Sky by Auriel Haack

[endless-unfolding]

You are not sick, you are injured— you ache for the rest of life.

Claudia Rankine, from “Some years there exists a wanting to escape…,” Citizen: An American Lyric (Graywolf Press, 2014)

[aheartfullofjolllly]

‘Will you come with me?’ he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. Yes, I whispered. Yes.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[januaryhoney]

This moment is your permission slip 
to finally open that love letter 
you’ve been hiding from yourself, 
the one you wrote when you were little, 
when you still danced like a sparkler at dusk. 
Do you remember the moment you realised 
they were watching? 
When you became ashamed 
of how much light you were holding? 
When you first learned how to un-love yourself?

Sierra DeMulder, from Today Means Amen

[oofpoetry]

I love you in waves, and lately, everyday has been a hurricane.

Amanda Helm 

[wordsnquotes]

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

[tullipsink]

it was never easy, wanting to kill yourself every day while battling with your thoughts.

A.M.// but I survived and im still surviving (via tullipsink)

[poppyflowerpoetry]

she will race to you in the middle of a storm because she knows that somewhere, you are sitting alone with unsteady breath and shaking fingers. she drops into the chair across from you and wraps her hands in yours. she smiles as you sigh. she will do anything to fix you.

Lifeline by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)

[fuckiiisms]

His anger I can handle. I can smooth out the bitter memories and hold him, and he will forget for these moments. I can do that for him; I can make the anger go away. But his sorrow is harder. He drowns in it and I can’t pull him free.

Amanda Grace, But I Love Him (via mewxsing)

[fuckiiisms]

I hardly cry anymore when he’s like this. I’ve become numb to it, and the tears don’t come like they used to. I just take it and wait, and when it’s over I hold him until he is through hating himself for this, and we pretend it never happened.

Amanda Grace, But I Love Him (via mewxsing)

[larmoyante]

I believe you because I am not afraid of the kind of love that is kind enough to touch every dark corner in my heart with hands that will grow old with mine. I believe you because I am brave enough to love someone who can hurt me but chooses to hold me instead.

Avery Veins, “I Believe You” (via larmoyante)

[psych-facts]

Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.

— Marianne Williamson (via psych-facts)