Leen.

smoking it away. writing it away. loving it away. 29 and learning.

[soracities]

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

[butterflypeaflowertea]

why is life sooooooo beautiful and profound and sad and completely empty

[nxv]

there’s a part of me that isn’t the same anymore.

[remanence-of-love]

[bubbly-redhead1]

I hope…

[bug-mp3]

they should make it easier

[mommy-mortis]

what?

[bug-mp3]

Everything. All of it

[dailykafka]

— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

[metamorphesque]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[engulfes]

girls when they're addicted to loneliness and desperation it's the strongest emotion they have ever known so their subconscious tells them it's their destiny

[engulfes]

it’s literally insane

[freshpickle]

please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

[fairydrowning]

– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909

[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]

[creatinghelen]

I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

[tullipsink]

why do i feel like i am so hard to love

[hotgirlmuseboard]

[allblackerrthingus]

X

[evilvarric666-archive]

“Weird energy in here today” I say, referring to the inside of my brain.

[meanwhilepoetry]

Every Woman I Have Loved

Is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she never will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.

- Nikita Gill

[tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva]

my therapist is a minute late

[tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva]

[hekacute-deactivated20141230]

i wish everything was quieter and softer and less often