all i have left are words

thank you for the tragedy, i need it for my art

[karinanicgearailt]

[karinanicgearailt]

please come back, i can't navigate through this planet on my own, i think i have to leave

[karinanicgearailt]

thinking about your hands and your mouth, oh god, your mouth

[karinanicgearailt]

if the sun were to explode you wouldn't even know about it for eight minutes and nothing in the world gives me a heavier heart than knowing i wouldn't be able to reach you before the world went dark

[karinanicgearailt]

it's barely 12 in the afternoon and you're all i can think about i know that most people would like to hear the classic "it's 3 in the morning and i'm thinking of you" but this is different don't get me wrong, i do think about you in the middle of the night as well, when it's quiet and i'm on the brink of sleep still, i think the fact that you're on my mind in the middle of the day speaks more given that there are a million other things i should be thinking about

[stardust-seedling]

I have killed myself many times. The part of me that hated myself was murdered yesterday. The version of me that was unkind and cruel was destroyed years ago. I replaced my angry hard heart with a soft one and switched the part of my brain that hated anyone off. And the part of me that insisted on my killing myself? I strangled it with my bare hands for trying to suggest that I did not have a place in or beauty to give to this world. Yes, I have killed myself many times. But only the parts of myself that caused me damage, that caused others pain, that told me my life was not worth living. The universe made no mistake by creating me. And it made no mistake by creating you either. Kill the version of you that tries to tell you it has. You deserve every moment of the precious gift of life you have been given.

–Nikita Gill

[karinanicgearailt]

you are the hope in the dark when i have nothing left

[unf0rgivingly]

I’ve loved you from the very first day. When we met it was like my soul sang at the sight of you. I just had never felt that before and didn’t know what it meant, and I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. But even though you are gone now and my soul doesn’t sing, it still hums.

unf0rgivingly (via unf0rgivingly)

[thesecretletter]

Every waking minute, he flooded my thoughts. Asleep, he invaded my dreams. It was painful, the way he plagued my life. I wish I could tell him how I felt but I was afraid that perhaps he wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore. No, it didn’t matter if we still remained friends. I was afraid of the realisation that that is all we could ever be. As long as I didn’t know his response to my feelings, there would be hope. Hope that my feelings will be reciprocated in the same manner. In a sense I was burdened by my hopes, but without that hope all that awaits me is despair. It truly hurts, when even the light at the end of the tunnel is blinding. But for as long as I am yet to be numbed by the pain, I will reach out. Until the day I feel the sensation when another reaches out to me.

Your secrets are safe here (via thesecretletter)

[karinanicgearailt]

i couldn't love you more if i tried

[avenidadelospoetas]

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

Maya Angelou (via avenidadelospoetas)

[quotemadness]

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

[keepcalmandwritefiction]

Write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

Maya Angelou (via keepcalmandwritefiction)

[karinanicgearailt]

better late than never / just don’t make me wait forever 

[karinanicgearailt]

2017 is the year for growth. it’s the year i’m finally going to say everything that’s been crushing my chest out loud. and the thought scares me. so much that it’s made me cry just writing this and thinking about how i’m going to have to say it all out loud. this is the year i fall in love with myself and get every negative thing he ever put in my brain out. it’s the year i remember why i fight for the things i love. it’s the year i gain back all the energy i lost. it’s the year i start breathing, not in heavy sighs and groans, but deep breaths coming from somewhere within me that’s become cold and dark over the years. it’s the year i will no longer bite my nails or clench my jaw or allow anger to burn the acid in my stomach until i see nothing but red. it’s the year i get my life back, for me. i want to be the protagonist in my own story again. i don’t want the next person to fall in love with me to be poisoned as a result of past boys who spat venom down my throat and called it love. it’s the year i will convince myself that it was not my fault that people who told me i was enough for them were tasting other girls. it was not those other girls’ fault either. i have survived 23 years on a planet that i’ve never felt at home on. i’ve battled darkness that seems to be never ending and although sometimes i feel like throwing my armour down and allowing it to lay flaming arrows into my body until i burn up like a dying star, i haven’t yet. i’ve not achieved much of what i set out to do in this world but i have time. i’ve been eager to put pain behind me without confronting my demons but they’ve just been growing stronger as i’ve been growing weaker and this year, i am going to tame the lioness that’s been occupying my chest and instead move her to my backbone so that i will walk taller and refuse to let anyone change my perception of myself. i will not let my self worth be based on how many people are loving me, i will love myself, invite others to love me, and if they would rather not to, my heart will remain unscathed and secure. i’ve been dragged down, right now i am rubble, but this year i will become a skyscraper and tower over everyone who ever made me feel like a lesser version of the force that i am.

[karinanicgearailt]

never mind it doesn’t matter anymore if we never touch again i just don’t know where to put my hands

[rawr-booklover]

Howling at the Moon - Darshana Suresh