For my heart is now a pile of ash

weighted stardust, on a chain hanging down my chest.

[wordsnquotes]

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)

[extramadness]

[writingawaythescars]

I don’t trust anyone anymore. I’m isolating myself. I’m trying to convince myself that this is just another barrier that I will overcome. But I’m scared. I’m starting to fear that my whole life will become just that: endless barriers to overcome.

(via writingawaythescars)

[theunknowngirlsworld-deactivate]

Well I know you lay in bed, contemplating your own death

Get Scared (via theunknowngirlsworld)

[poems-and-words]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Note to self: You gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.

Brittany Josephina (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[wnq-writers]

I think I’m being crazy right now. But it’s good, because I’m being crazy for you

mind-beautiful (via wnq-writers)

[friedrichnietzsche]

The text has disappeared under the interpretation.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.  (via friedrichnietzsche)

[goodmorningleftside]

[wordsnquotes]

I’m all alone, but I’m not lonely.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via wordsnquotes)

[books-n-quotes]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via poems-and-words)

[wordsnquotes]

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn’t love myself.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I’m collateral damage and I’m wrong A jagged jigsaw piece jammed in to fit haphazardly within the frame My goofiness overcomes me like a tidal wave Grace is not poised on my lips Poison seeps beneath the surface:

kairoskoala (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.

Libba Bray, Lair of Dreams (via wordsnquotes)

[poems-and-words]

[darksideoftheshroom-deactivated]