[moan-s]

[sinfullvibes]

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Your mouth holds a daydream,”

— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “Silhouette of a Serpent,”

[findbeautyindisaster]

Please dont tell me how the sun sets in her hair like a shower of halo's. Please dont tell me how her mouth taste of an ocean, one you've been drowning in for far too long. Please dont tell me that she is home and you're just a traveler looking for a way out. Please tell me that she is a no crossing sign you've for once decided to follow. Please tell me I'm the life vest bathing you in warmth as you take your first breath of air. Tell me that she is a hostel, fleeting, relentless and empty. Tell me that she's a memory fleeting and hollow as you move on into this brave new world. Tell me that I matter too. Tell me I'm not just a bus stop a turned page a forgotten last bite unappreciated for its beauty. Tell me I am more. K.U

[findbeautyindisaster]

Do not settle for less from anyone or yourself because you deserve to feel so happy sunlight bleeds into your pores and dances from your fingertips. You deserve to watch the sun set and rise and wonder if it's going to foreshadow the beauty of the love that spreads like hellfire until you're burning to the roots of your hair so finally pressed instead of ran through and riddled with anxiety. You deserve to feel like the ocean calm and settled despite the waves that threatened weeks ago to crash against your emotional dam and drown you. You deserve to laugh to love to live without regret and tribulations. You deserve the world and the sun and the stars as if the man on the moon hand delivered them to you personally, because you are you. And it is beautiful and loved and cherished. K.U

[w-o-n-d-e-r-land]

Pretending to be happy so I don’t hurt the ones I love is really hard. I’m tired.

[gangsters-wife]

[sunbathe]

[adrasteiax]

What has become of them, those words that once shone with such glossy innocence? I rolled them in my mouth like marbles, they tasted pure: smoke, gun, boots, oven. The fire. The scattered ashes. The winter forest.

Margaret Atwood, from A Pink Hotel In California in “Morning In The Burned House” (via adrasteiax)

[sappharah]

i get slightly gayer every time a girl takes her hair out of a ponytail and runs her hands through it

[just-shower-thoughts]

Today I realised my Runescape account is older than my teenage nieces.

[wordsnquotes]

But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, & you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want nothing but paint.

Vincent van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)

[themotivationjournals]

The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.

Wendy Wunder, The Probability of Miracles (via wnq-writers)

especially when home is a person

[yourcalicrush]

A relationship with a good flirt to roast ratio>>>

[deeplifequotes]

If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.

Nikita Gill (via deeplifequotes)

[findbeautyindisaster]

Almost a year depression and anxiety meds free and I still feel like hell. Pretty sure at this point I give up.

[perpetual-grace]