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it's through winter windows that ends become beginnings

[menpale]

[aestatemagazine]

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[forestlore]

Both. I want to stay. I want to leave. I am three oceans away from my soul. — Nayyirah Waheed

[tofuvi]

summer soda.

[throughwinterwindows]

having breakdowns in public coffee shops is fun 10/10 would recommend

[throughwinterwindows]

i feel strange. i am in a strange place. i feel works happening within me and i feel like i am standing outside watching them happen from afar. i enjoy my solitude, my quiet, my uneventfulness. i enjoy being alone. i need it, i feel it filling myself up and inching slowly towards.... something. almost healing. a shift in my personal paradigm. something’s happening to me. not sure what yet and i’m pretty sure i don’t have anything to do with it. but here we are

[thelovejournals]

Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.

Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[throughwinterwindows]

i miss my best friend

[yesdarlingido]

Everything has seasons, and we have to be able to recognize when something’s time has passed and be able to move into the next season. Everything that is alive requires pruning as well, which is a great metaphor for endings.

Henry Cloud

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m trying to find myself.

Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[bunlly]

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Joanne Harris (via lazypacific)

[wnq-writers]

i had to strip my soul naked of people’s opinions so i could soak in my truth. now i swim free of guilt and love full. nothing can drown me.

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[poemswords]

[thelovejournals]

Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound.

Beau Taplin, Remedy (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[insteadofdisappearing]

there are still things i cannot write poems about. there are still people i cannot think of without my stomach churning. i am a body made of griefs and i want them bleached, burnt, buried where i can’t hear them anymore. i want to drain all this bad blood and refill my veins with something sweeter. i want a body that wants to be a body. i want to stop wanting to be clean because i am finally clean. here are all my skeletons, the ones that have shaped me into this thing i have become. i am praying for some reversion to all of this, some unbecoming. give me a genesis, give me a new beginning. let me be shaped by something beautiful this time.

HAUNTED (AGAIN) - sarah kate osborn (via allthesinkingships)

[wordsnquotes]

If you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road (via wordsnquotes)

[awildflowerspirit]

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

Haruki Murakami (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)