#anneisrestless

[itsyueko]

6/22

green is for jealousy, black is for loss, white is for surrender.

[andwewillallshineon]

No where to go that doesn’t feel like this was a mistake. There should 
never be love this one-sided.

Rebeka Anne, it'll never be me

[whatever-you-write]

I want to tell you I miss you with no subtext. No guilt, no anger, no expectation that you’ll fix it. I don’t want you to feel bad or to tell me it will get better. This is where we are meant to be right now – me apart from you, my hands a little empty and  my heart a little sad.  I just miss you.  I wanted you to know.— anne, fyi  

[anniewillcycle]

Love: a state of being where one person lives for another. Love: the feeling of fireworks inside of the rib cage. Love: a strong liking of an object, person, or television show. Love: the moment when a person decides to let another into their soul. Love: a chemical reaction in the brain that releases oxytocin. Love: the desire to give another access to your body. Love: a trust that develops between two people in a relationship. Love: the destruction of all walls around the heart. Love: a choice to continue a relationship even when it gets hard. Love: the power that can restore or shatter one's well being. Love: a want for true happiness in another's life. Love: the blood that courses through the veins of a soul. Love: a wish that another will never feel alone. Love: the emotion that inhabits the minds of happy people. Love: a theme found commonly in famous works of literature. Love: the act of giving a friend the last piece of bread. Love: a bond formed between two former strangers. Love: the thought that sleep would come easier if they were here. Love: a person who gives freely, speaks loudly, and grows sparingly. Love: the one and only true enemy of hate. Love: a twinkle found in the eyes of lucky people. Love: the most sought after obtainment of men on earth. Love: a glance a worried mother shoots towards her child. Love: the night spent in the arms of another. Love: a vulnerability with the ability to kill a man. Love: the indescribable realization that they are the one. Love: a weapon wielded against the corruption of humanity. Love: the small warnings like "be careful," "drive safe," and "be smart" Love: a tight hug shared between two friends. Love: the sharing of food, ideas, jokes, warmth, experiences and time Love: a dulled down version of narcissism. Love: the tears that fall after the death of an individual. Love: a pet name for a person who means the world. Love: the most powerful force in the universe. Love: a word so extraordinary that it can never be captured in language.

- Love A. O. (Via anniewillcycle)

[giggletoday]

bopkaballah replied to your post “.”

Even if you just have a glass of milk or a candy bar, something high in calories even if it's super unhealthy... I will be very proud of you. Even if it's a slice of bread or a piece of cake. Just calories. You can do it

anneisrestless replied to your post “.”

Eat, baby, take care of yourself. <3333

nathensurman replied to your post “.”

peanut butter toast. peanut butter is the best <3

I had a piece of toast (no peanut butter because I didn't think I could stomach it, though it would have been a good idea) and some ginger ale (because I remembered that the nurses at wellness practically begged me to drink the stuff when I wasn't eating last year)

you all are so sweet, and I love you guys, and I'm trying my best for you guys and because I know I deserve to treat myself well <3 

[alwaysplusforever]

There are some people who are resilient. They can withstand any unfortunate trial, circumstance, or change, and their soul does not waver, like trees with their roots growing deep into the soil of the Earth. I envy those people, because I am not one of them. I am not resilient. I am the girl who tries to balance herself on the waves of the ocean without the tide pulling her under, but it tosses her here and there, when all she wants is to catch her footing for just a moment. I am the girl who trips over nothing; who trips over everything. I want to be taught to be less fragile, but I don’t think hardness can be learned. I think I was born too soft; I think I was born too gentle.

If I could just plant my feet, maybe I'd grow roots too.

Special, special thanks to anneisrestless for contributing the last paragraph, because writer's block is a total biatch. ily.

[anniewillcycle]

I think the reason I can't turn on the thought faucet of words I had before is because with you, I don't need to be filled. You've already poured liquid gold into my chips and cracks and I no longer feel the need to bandage my wounds with cathartic ink lines. Though I tried to embroider my thanks onto paper pillowcases, page after page was drowned in useless scribbles, searching to capture your whole goodness, straining to turn my poetic grafts into poetic gifts. But, my dear, I've recently realized this is my block; I'm no good at writing with your good. Each stab of my needle pen is just too poignant to keep your soft touch pristinely intact. My hands are too jerked and I've been too accustomed to bleeding black for broken bonds. Dear, I don't want to do you the injustice of falsely painting your present portrait, so until I learn to trail my brushstrokes properly down your canvas skin, I will wait. I will wait until the day where my imperfect words can shine bright enough to match your perfectly imperfect soul.

A. O. (Via anniewillcycle)

[austentatious]

Don’t Die | anneisrestless