You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, i can’t breathe.
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You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, i can’t breathe.
(via maleenkatharina)
“You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.”
“The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond (via myemotionspams)
Expectation is the root of all heartache
William Shakespeare (via cloak-of-love)
I feel like I’ll need you too much, and you will need me too little. Because only one of us will see galaxies when we look into the other’s irises.
Reasons why we will never be (via jlrigby)
I’m tearing myself apart one piece at a time so people don’t notice.
-X- (via connoristheloml)
I haven’t been looking up lately. Like I’ve forgotten how engulfing the blue of the sky can be or how dark these nights are. With only a few daring stars visible for me to wonder about. I’m in need of new skies. Brighter and vaster than the tentative polluted gray one I’ve been stuck with. Aren’t I supposed to learn to love the skies I’m under? Because all I feel is disappointment. The lure and appeal of every city has an expiration date. Maybe I’ve just been here for too long.