The Wandering Daughter ☆

Hi, I'm Camille. I love gazing at the stars.I love nature. I like mountains. I like adventures. & Acc. to the cosmic calendar, january 10, the day I was born was the same day the first stars burst into light. 花鳥風月

[weneeddarknesstoseethestars]

A love letter to a fucker

I’m not ready for love

I am ready to love

This constant spinning

Constant tumbling

Breaking my ankle

Limping

I come running to you

Limping

I come screaming for you

I am not ready for love

This isn’t it

Almost 6 foot tall

Almost a man

Almost sold my body

Almost said

What I knew what

I once thought

Was what it was

Almost a lover

Almost a friend

Almost got married

To a half-a-man

Half-a-balls

Hiding in a cape

Acting miserable

Causing misery

Quite entertaining

Quite stupid

You said it yourself

I am quite a mystery

Angry and poetic

Was that all you were here for?

You fulfilled the beast inside me

I unleashed its rage

Just to haunt you down in your dreams

Like a gasoline seeping through

Your tiny little brain

A smell you can’t get off

The olfactory nerve

Imprinting every

Scent I gave off

In your

Frontal lobe

A melody

Strong enough

To shake your organs

Look at those

Sunset eyes

I shall give you a tribute

I shall give you my spell

Chanting,

I bang

The drum

Inside you

Until your bones

Break just a little

You can’t discern

If it is an ache

Or a hunger

I am slow and heavy like the wind

I am a calm ocean some days

But in most times

I am a tsunami

And my rage isn’t pacific

Both a giver and a taker

I am angry

I am bleeding

I will kill.

An assassin

Or a ballerina tiptoeing

Exiting the crime scene quietly

Leaving behind my screams

Filling in your hollow body

Screeching

Loud enough to break your bones

But just a little

A reminder

Of your should-have-nots

A love letter

Not to fuck with me

Ever again.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

[fairycosmos]

i feel like once the loneliness becomes pathological, you turn into a different person who you don’t even recognize when you’re forced to interact with others again, causing a major disconnect between the self and the perceived self. happy saturday!

[apricitic]

on purpose!!! love people on purpose!!! find someone wonderful and love them and tell them it wasn’t an accident, you had a choice, you saw who they were and realized how lovely it would be to love them, and it is!!! i made a good decision! i love you on purpose!!!

[intensional]

I've outgrown so much but I haven't left any of it behind and nothing is fitting anymore!!!!! This life is so uncomfortable!!!!!!

[kittykatkatprotector]

I want to kill myself thank you for asking

[weneeddarknesstoseethestars]

made these paintings during my recovery

[theselfcarelifestyle]

I hope you open your heart to all the love you receive this year

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“It is lonesome, yes. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

— Gwendolyn Brooks, from “The Second Sermon on the Warpland,” (edited)

[amargedom]

“Never miss an opportunity to show your love, especially to those close to you, because we are always at our most cautious with them for fear of being hurt.”

—

[honigimohr]

“Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.”

— (via inspiziert)

[ni-ng]

all the nights I’ve kept myself alive

tired

[inkipri]

healing

[weneeddarknesstoseethestars]

[traumasurvivors]

Healing is really fucking hard. Please give yourself the credit you deserve for even trying. 

[weneeddarknesstoseethestars]

[resqectable]

“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

— Unknown