okay first of all unclench your jaw

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okay first of all unclench your jaw
“‘You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,’ he said. ‘I wish I could follow you.’”
— Cassandra Clare (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
“is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.”
— Ashley Mares, from “Psalm of Scattered Ashes,” published in Luna Luna (via lifeinpoetry)
people really do say fuck you in different ways, just pay attention
i’m loyal cause it’s in me, not cause i need you.
"you need to let it go"
i'll actually take it to the grave, thanks
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
I’m really into devotion and adoration actually
i have a right to be unavailable, unable to reach, uninterrupted….etc. regardless of who you are or what you want from me
The best revenge is none. Heal, move on, and don’t become like those who hurt you.
anyone else ever get that urge to delete your blog and stop talking to your friends and family and throw your phone and computer away and just disappear until ppl eventually forget you exist and you can finally be At Peace
Can’t fake, my mood is written on my face
that’s between me and my delusions
hey its me, your local burden,