runaway

there’s a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space

[knowing]

[bonnieventure]

one time a stranger on neopets years ago told me “school makes you think you have to be good at everything but sometimes it’s ok to just be good at one thing. even if it’s not something you get a grade for. they don’t grade you for being a good person” and tbh i still think about it little did i know all i needed this whole time was in glowing purple text and that icon of the goth fairy

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[adssdfsxd-deactivated20131223]

[lilpieceofmyworld]

[lilpieceofmyworld]

[thegoodvybe]

[olearypoetry]

[olearypoetry]

[wlwellbutrin]

thesis: you can’t seek your self-worth from others if you haven’t developed it for yourself

antithesis: endless gazing into the self denies you connection with others and will only alienate you further from satisfaction

synthesis: share some fruit and cheese with your friends and calm down

[myloveaffairwithcoffee]

[plasticblisss]

“I don’t know how to write love letters,” Frida Kahlo wrote in 1946. “But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty… love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.”

[a-laa-mode]

“I am still learning how to love myself,” she said, her voice just barely cracking. “Every day I have to wake up and remind myself that my scars are stories and that the cracks in my heart are spaces for love to fill up and that I am not the sum of the people who have hurt me. Every day I have to tell myself that I am worthy of love. And I’m still learning how to believe that that’s true.” She paused and took a deep breath in. “You make me want to believe that that’s true."  "So just be patient with me. Fill every nook and cranny of my battered soul with your smile and your laughter and your love. Bear with me as I learn to see myself the way you do. Love me as I learn to love myself. I promise I’ll get there.

loving me, loving you // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #119 (via a-laa-mode)

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Pablo Neruda / Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

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F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Ice Palace

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Zora Neale Hurston / Their Eyes Were Watching God

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E. Lockhart / We Were Liars