To Die Would Be An Awfully Great Adventure

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.”

[theawfullygreatadventure]

It's definitely been a heavy few years since I last typed my heart out to strangers on the internet/everyone who wanted to know my business at 13ish to 15. If any of you know me from my life in singapore, I've spent the last 8 years being me, trying to fix a very broken person that was terribly misunderstood and taken advantage of. It happened, I just need to keep saying it. It is not my fault. You might be horribly horribly broken still and fucked off but please it is not your fault. It is not your fault.

[drunk-on-books]

When I breathe This sound in my chest Lonelier than the wind

Takuboku Ishikawa  (via weltenwellen)

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[theawfullygreatadventure]

04.07.17

Your one month starts again here. No more cheat days, no shortcuts. You need and want to get better and you will, no matter how hard it’s going to get. 

[beautiful-contrast]

Dope

[wordsnquotes]

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (I’m not a big one for paying compliments…), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter….

Jonathan Carroll

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Little things are the best.

(via societyfucksusup)

[fleshmaid3n-deactivated20201226]

[bled]

[boy-so-pale]

[86vicodinaday]

Here, I’m happy and I’m sad and I’m scared, I hate my solitude and I love it, I miss leaving and I miss staying in so I am not really leaving nor really staying, I just feel I’ve become more than my body.

[darkesttrip]

[palesicopath]

[a-bstracto]

[fixx-me-pleasee]

“When he says He doesn’t love you anymore, Roll your shoulders back And look him in the eye Even when it feels like your ribs Are breaking inward, like spider legs. When he digs up old aches That he swore he forgave you for, Smile. And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner. Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper Running all the way up your throat to your mouth. When he blames you For mistakes that wear his face, Do not scream. Do not cry. Tell him that there are boys Who would be proud to say they’d loved you. Tell him that in two years You won’t even remember his name. And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie. When he leaves Ignore the howling in your blood And do not get up after him. Not even to lock the door. Do not, do not, Do not. Smell his shirts when you box them up To give them back. Not one. Swear off dating when you realize You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile. It’s okay to cry over him. It’s even okay to forgive him. But do not go back to him. If he did not know how to love you the first time, He won’t know how to do it the next.”

one of my favorite quotes || not mines || (via fixx-me-pleasee)

[visualgraphc]

Surfacing 3, Sam Green

[irynka]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

unknown  (via irynka)

[lati-will]

Sensitive souls always possess a consciousness that absorbs the weight of the world. It’s like their central nervous system is connected to the Earth’s core.

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