honey girl

i am complete but not finished

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Everything Pictures-Quotes

[euo]

“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you.”

Shinji Moon (via euo)

[a-instavel]

[cyeoms]

[http-studyingg]

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Twin Peaks S01E06

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

“obviously, we have a lot of problems we need to address”, i say, referring to one specific problem, which i created, alone

[twloha]

Pain is universal. We are all broken in different places, which makes me think that might be the point. Maybe we are all here to help each other heal our fractured souls, to use our pain to help others better understand theirs. It always goes back to the idea of needing other people: friendship and love and community. I always get so scared to talk about the hard stuff because I feel like I’ve used up my quota for a lifetime, like I should be better by now. That’s not really a realistic idea, though. To say that there is a timeline for how quickly we heal and a rulebook for how we talk about the things that are plaguing us ignores the fact that our pain is not an equation with an easy solution. We are complicated and we are damaged and we need desperately to be able to talk about these things. The light at the end of the tunnel is not a perfect life without obstacles; it’s the outstretched hand showing you that you don’t have to go through this alone.

Nell Schreck, “I Stay Alive”  (via seulray)

[pleatedjeans]

[kate-jam-and-diamonds]

[brigitteferrara]

Kate Moss

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[risingtensions]

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

Your touch will completely erase all the times he touched me. Once you lay your hands on my skin, I won’t be able to remember anyone but you.

Cambria Hebert, Text (via simply-quotes)

[befitzgeraldwriting]

I know it is something, this infection, this beast, this continent inside me. This unmappable feeling on the tip of my canines. It’s not all shaky kneed and framed ideas, it’s more like a “oh, I didn’t even know I lost you.” It’s just kindof in the way you never call me anything but my full name. And it’s the way you gave me a toothbrush to keep on your bathroom counter and the way you must have known your roommate might ask about it. And it’s you kissing me, sweeping me up, in the parking lot after we were arguing over what rap song to play in your car. And it’s the way you know I like to argue, the fact that you let me have that screaming moment. It’s all the weird little parts that will never sound poetic and yet they’re the only things filling me up these days. You have been swelling in me for awhile. I can’t even crawl out of bed properly because each time I inch towards the edge you drag me back like a riptide and tuck me in tighter, attempt to convince me I did not hear the birds or our alarms. It’s the way I threw my bra at you, attempting seduction with clumsy hands, and it’s the way I hit you square in your perfect eye. You could have been anger and hurt but you were just smile and laughs and shoulder kisses. I don’t know what this feeling is but maybe it’s the fact that sometimes I think I catch you looking me in a way that I thought was only meant for hospital waiting rooms. It’s the way you pull tighter, tighter, tighter, and then let me go as soon as my lungs are about to welt. This feeling is nothing more than me whispering into your collarbone “I want you so bad” while we are both scattered on top of the sheets. And it’s the silence. And the silence after that. And it’s your breathing and my hand your thigh and your fingers on my wrist. And this feeling is you whispering back, right when I had convinced myself some replies aren’t meant to come. This feeling is your answer: “You already have me”

b.e.fitzgerald (the one you thought you forgot)

[vlada-sasha-natasha]

Natasha Poly for Muse 2009

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