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@nomorr
it’s cliche, but this helps the soul.
you are coming home to yourself.
relax, let it in. let your heart fill up as far as you feel you can. and when you need a break, take it.
Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.
(via tonybattung)
squinty
It takes an Ocean not to break
they pumped salt water into my veins as if I needed to be pulled closer to the sea
at 4am it’s you.
just a snippet of a proj. I’m working on.
S O M E T I M E S I T S N O T H I N G B U T S O M E T I M E S I T S E V E R Y T H I N G
I want to document the good so I can get back to that. I also want to document this. the silent moments where my body is consumed by fear. I can talk more, I can listen more, but I can’t control how I feel when I shut off my lights and I’m laying here with nothing but my fear. There’s nothing less beautiful about this. I am still here, and I am still fucking alive.
this is one goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.
I am not my concussion.
I am not my head injury. I am not my transcript. I am not my failures. I am not my hometown, or my city. I am not just a daughter or a sister or a classmate. I am not irrelevant. I am not my body weight. I am not my scars. I am not my anxiety.
but some days. most days. it feels that way.
this feels all consuming. as good as it is to be smothered by the rainforest, around dear friends and family, or adored by a wonderful boy, this is all consuming and I feel so powerless.
I am fucking gold but you prefer silver and that’s ok.
(via phuckindope)