Life is wild man

She danced on embers so the fire no longer burned her

[c0ntemplations]

I’m waiting to experience new colors. It’s been grey for a while now.

00:12 (via piiss)

[hiyaitskya]

When the stream stops flowing

Sometimes When I quiet my thoughts long enough I can hear it The gentle ripples of the ever flowing Stream from my heart to head

But most of the time My head is locked away In a room with millions Of bees Buzzing and stinging Always fucking stinging me

And I’m so frustrated with these damn bees That I forget about the river Or maybe I just don’t believe it’s there Maybe it never was

Maybe the calm will never come But if the bees win And my blood stops pumping And the stream stops flowing

What do you think it feels like to drown?

[hiyaitskya]

1:23 AM

I am bad at leaning I have tried to be independent As long as I can remember

When I turned 9 I tried to throw my own surprise party I thought my family would forget Everyone was preoccupied

In 5th grade my teacher decided She did not like me So I tried to teach myself I went to the library And spent hours with our librarian Going over the math problems My teacher refused to help me with

When I was 13 I dated a boy Too old for me I knew he would leave And so I pretended I didn’t care When he kissed other girls I thought I was showing him I didn’t need him

I have never entrusted myself To anyone But when I’m with you

You grab my hands that tremble You make me breathe When I harden my heart To brace myself from the stings Of the people closest to me You trace the lines of my shell Until I’m reminded that I love The feeling of your fingertips too much To stay so protected

Because you are the one person to not only bust through the door, but to take every damn wall I had built up with it

You make it easy to lean on you

[amortizing]

[h-aon]

[prophets-of-prog]

[samxcamargo]

Feel it. The thing that you don’t want to feel. Feel it, and be free.

Nayyirah Waheed (via love-inspire-universally)

[daisiecrown]

[pigmenting]

Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth.

Anis Mojgani, from “Cradle” in Songs from Under the River  (via kilolux)

[punlovsin]

[withoutyourwalls]

[fleeten-deactivated20150421]

[serious]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Unknown (via misjudgments)

[ellacalm]

[ozei]

[sosoftpony]

[bled]