If I'm butter then he's a hot knife
AnasAbdin
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if i look back, i am lost
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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@mszymani
If I'm butter then he's a hot knife
YOU BROUGHT THE FLAMES AND YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL, I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO FIGHT FOR MYSELF AND WE BOTH KNOW ALL THE TRUTH I COULD TELL I’LL JUST SAY THIS IS I WISH YOU FAREWELL. I HOPE YOU’RE SOMEWHERE P R A Y I N G!!!!!!!!!
If you would grow to your best self Be patient, not demanding Accepting, not condemning Nurturing, not withholding
Self-marveling, not belittling Gently guiding, not pushing and punishing For you are more sensitive than you know Mankind is as tough as war yet delicate as flowers We can endure agonies but we open fully only to warmth and light
And our need to grow is as fragile as a fragrance dispersed by storms of will To return only when those storm are still So, accept, respect, and attend your sensitivity A flower cannot be opened with a hammer.
By Daniel F. Mead
I am exhausted, Of wading back and forth. Treading the tiring waters, Of an almost lover, Who never quite shut the door.
Belle Jar (via bellejarpoetry)
Tell me, how long do you hold onto a memory? How do you decide between the pain of remembering and the pain of letting go?
Beau Taplin • Je Pense Toujours à Toi (via afadthatlastsforever)
V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
Antonio Roseno de Lima. Bebado, Coenho Etol, Sans Titre. 1978-1983.
Why is he such a bæ
This is the weird aftermath, when it is not exactly over, and yet you have given it up. You go back and forth in your head, often, about giving it up. It’s hard to understand, when you are sitting there in your chair, having breakfast or whatever, that giving it up is stronger than holding on, that “letting yourself go” could mean you have succeeded rather than failed. You eat your goddamn Cheerios and bicker with the bitch in your head that keeps telling you you’re fat and weak: Shut up, you say, I’m busy, leave me alone. When she leaves you alone, there’s a silence and a solitude that will take some getting used to. You will miss her sometimes…There is, in the end, the letting go.
Marya Hornbacher
This really perfectly sums up where I am right now.
(via flo-finding-freedom)
dang
(via mszymani)
Tropical fisherman walks a moonlit path.
National Geographic - August, 1962