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Cover of EERIE Magazine by Frank Frazetta (March 1966)
“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”
— Brandon Stanton
they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
“I love that moment when I look back at a challenge in my life and realize I’m now at peace with it!”
— Unknown
“Do not lose hope. Please believe there are a thousand beautiful things waiting for you.”
— Unknown
“A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.”
— Faraaz Kazi
Tactical reloading of things that don’t need tactical reloads
I lost it at the toaster and couldn't make it past the smoke detector before reblogging
This is so satisfying to watch—
his eyes are sweet,
at least, I think
And the way he holds me
It’s been years since I let someone
Come to me
The way I let him tonight
Sit in my bedroom and hold me sweet
I can’t confess that
I haven’t seen the whites of anyone’s eyes
In so long
In case my words are my own weapon
Used to slit my throat
The way they do
On Sunday mornings
Even if he holds me limp, dead and a ghost
I can say I loved the moment Lucy sang
And his mouth was on my throat
Gentle lover go good into the night
Bury me in the bed where
They stole something I didn’t know I had
You left me
Scars that stay.
“walking down your authentic path can be one of the loneliest roads to travel on because the longer you’re on it, the more you realize that only a select few will be compatible with who you are with no mask on.”
— billy chapata
If they ask you about me, tell them “She was the only girl who loved me with honesty, and I broke her.” ― Shahrazad al-Khalij
Illustrations from The Fairy Book by Warwick Goble (1913)