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@kalopsia27
(by coastalcreature)
jesus christ what a pretty face the kind you’d find on someone that could save
“Healing comes in waves and maybe today the waves hit the rocks and that’s okay, I am still healing.”
— dysphoriadarling, writing prompt #32: write about healing (via wnq-writers)
Anxiety: look out me: for what Anxiety: look out
call me when you can’t fall asleep at night
“It was the way he looked at you - with so much understanding. It was the way that he knew what you were thinking before you said a thing. It was the way that silences were light, and feelings steady; the way that he laughed wholly, and the warmth it brought. It was his thoughtfulness, “I saw this and it reminded me of you” - and the way he wasn’t afraid to call you out on your bullshit. It was how he took your guardedness in both hands and said, “stop. I know you’re scared. I know, I get it and it’s okay.“ It was how he held you, not to control you but to let you know that he was there. How he never promised to love you forever, but every night promised to love you the next day. It was his compassion and the way that he loved without condition. It was the love he instilled in you, the affection and care that you never knew was possible. It was him, laid simple and bare. It was him.”
— Sue Zhao // “Love”
““It will hurt, my love,” whispers the moon through the cold wind that bites into her skin. “But it will be worth it, this I promise you.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #194 // This little love
life tip: if nothing goes right go to sleep
So what’s next? You heal. You grow. And you help others.
anyone else feeling like what the fuck