Finifugal📚

You need to learn how to swim before you go out into deep waters to save someone else who is drowning.🐘

[slfcare]

Don’t hold the younger you to the standards you hold yourself to today. You didn’t know as much. You were in a different headspace, with different things affecting and scaring you, facing challenges that seemed big at the time. Maybe you were even lonelier. What’s important is that you know better now, and you know more now. That’s something to move forward with, not something to curse the past with.

[thoughtkick]

“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.”

— William G.T. Shedd

[1anonyymous1]

pain changes you

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao // October

[blossomfully]

“Almost everything I loved about you I have found in someone else. What can I say, he is better than you.

He holds my heart in his hands. He holds my dripping heart in both of his hands and he does not drop it.”

Sue Zhao

[enigmaticpink]

[inkskinned]

just give me some sign i’m not making this up. i just want to know if you want me back. lord only knows how often i only want what i cannot have. 

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

“I stole from myself just to make you complete.”

— k.b. // ellie goulding - flux (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

[thehopefulquotes]

We're all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.

— Beau Taplin

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

to myself,

i am trying to love you more

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

[chubb-e-cheese]

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[500lettersforyou]

Please don’t fail me now. 11:11

[500lettersforyou]

11:11

[little-miss-tragedy]

Some nights are easy; some nights, I listen to my meditation apps, feel my pulse settle down quietly for the night, and my heartbeat sounds like a melody. The darkness is safe, a warm blanket, I know the moon is watching over me, and the thought of tomorrow is more promise than a threat. Some nights are so beautifully easy;

some nights, though, I stare at the wall for three hours without realizing that I am still awake. I hover between states of consciousness, and I do not know where one begins and the other ends. My blood turns to lead, and my pulse feels like a cruel punishment for something I can't remember doing. Some nights are easy, but then there are the nights that I feel like a visitor in my own body, the one that takes up too much space for this world, as though I do not belong here, and I am only biding my time until I am asked to leave.

I want so badly to leave, but the doors are locked, the windows painted shut. I can see the moon, but even she is no longer listening, tired of hearing my pleas for the sixth night in the row. I know that tomorrow will come, the sun will rise again, but what does that mean when it feels like a punishment?

I hope there are better nights to come by (ds)

[little-miss-tragedy]

“The first time I heard his voice, nothing happened. The world did not tilt on its side, my racing thoughts did not cease, and my heart did not come to a screeching halt. It was nothing like what you read like in the novels. That does not mean I ache to hear it any less. That is not to say that it did not quickly become my favorite sound. The first time I heard his voice, nothing happened but now everything is different.”

— please never stop talking to me by (DS)

[bnmxfld]

“Don’t ever think that everyone who leaves wants to.”

— Rachel Wolchin

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Flare”, Devotions