"You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed."

Shinji Moon   (via 1998-club)

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Reblogged from dragonsbarbelle, 43,759 notes, April 9, 2014

It has been a while. This is for a very important person.

I will love you every morning
and every night.
May these veins be highways of my thoughts
so that you always make it home.

You are my guardian angel,
my reason,
all of my doubts
and all of my wishes.

I cannot breathe with or without you;
you are my wings and my chains.

And this is our goodbye.

My heart feels tight
like that fist you so often throw to walls.
My stomach knots
as hard as your perfect fingers through my hair.

When there is nothing but confusion
your shadow hides it,
while your eyes recognize
its impeding presence.

I cannot live with or without you,
you are my lungs under water.

And this is our goodbye.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Please remember to make it home.

Always. 

0 notes, April 9, 2014

Things have been hard lately.

0 notes, January 22, 2014

thescarletwoman:

mennaoawad:

riddle me that, mankind

THANK YOU. Such a perfect way to phrase that. 

thescarletwoman:

mennaoawad:

riddle me that, mankind

THANK YOU. Such a perfect way to phrase that. 

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Reblogged from moondreamsxx, 264,009 notes, January 18, 2014

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Reblogged from catsgethigh, 131,076 notes, January 18, 2014

"It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess."

Frances Ha (via josteingaarder)

Reblogged from axistence, 747 notes, January 18, 2014

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Reblogged from dragonsbarbelle, 34,071 notes, January 13, 2014

"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink."

T.S. Eliot (via dougancapaldi)

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Reblogged from dragonsbarbelle, 94,138 notes, January 10, 2014

I always hated autocorrect.
you should never fence the words
that cage your own tongue
because how the hell
can we ever get out.

I stopped writing.
the day he stood smiling,
explaining this was a starting line
as he fired the pistol toward the sun.
I stopped writing.

this is supposed to be
the beginning of my wonderful life.

when night comes,
there are clinking glasses
and clouds of smoke.
And still the silly dean
signs my papers.

its headline: Congratulations!

I stopped writing.
the moment they told me
this is a challenge.
I stopped writing.

but the only challenge I see
is behind the blood shot eyes
of a high roommate
explaining her mother’s
suicidal tendencies.

or in the forced laughter
bouncing against the walls
of her already full lungs
as she recounts her rape.

that she can’t see as rape.

I stopped writing.
the instance I realized
the importance of words.
I couldn’t move my pen.

5 notes, January 6, 2014

fuckyeah1990s:

Rest in peace, Uncle Phil (1945-2014)

Sad :(

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Reblogged from girlsgotafacelikemurder, 74,451 notes, January 1, 2014