@2 days ago with 927 notes


we were something,
until we weren’t.
you cared,
until you didn’t.
i will care,
until i don’t.
i will trip over
all of your old words
and you will forget
all your whispers
that i heard.

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@2 days ago with 16 notes


Oh, Google.




Oh, Google.

@2 days ago with 585 notes

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@2 days ago with 256 notes

"Chronic illness, for lack of a better word, is a bitch. Knowing no boundaries, chronic illness effects those from all walks of life. Men, women, and even children. It barges into our lives without any warning, taking over our bodies and our lives. It steals away precious moments and can stop us from enjoying ourselves. As if we were stuck in suspended animation, we hang there in a delicate balance, wondering if today will be less painful than yesterday, whether we will be able to even have the energy to get in the shower, or make breakfast. What used to be menial tasks in our lives before chronic illness, no become a choice of one or the other, and deciding whether or not that decision will have a painful impact on the rest of our day. Will it be the pain that knocks us down today, or perhaps the unrelenting fatigue hovering over us like a dark cloud? Those are just a few of the questions that run through the mind of a chronic illness patient each and every day. We end up living in the shadows of our illness."

@5 days ago with 274 notes


whenever i see someone else with scars like this
out in public
i always get this weird pressure inside of me like
a bird has taken flight suddenly
like i’m not sure whether i want to rush over and
hug them until they cannot breathe or even
just make eye contact to show that i know
what it feels like to think nobody knows
you’re dying, i always am trapped between doing nothing
and saying something like “you are loved
because i know nothing of your story but
you and i, we ache in such bloody ways,”
“we have never met before
but your soul cries out in the same way that mine has,”
“please, i am hoping you recover and you’re in my thoughts”

but see the thing is so much of this instinct
is a protective one,
one that says “i don’t want you to hurt the way
i have, my love”
but see the thing is
my scars are under sleeves and shorts and makeup
so nobody can see them

maybe it’s because i’m afraid one day a girl on the train
will say “i am you and you are me, and my love for you
is the boundless sky”
because then i’d be forced to admit
i might have a problem

i don’t know. i have never ended up
saying anything. i remember every person i’ve seen
with wilting hearts and heavy hands and eyes they keep
downcast and i just hope they’re doing well
because i couldn’t decide if it would be nice for a stranger
to try and save me
or it would just be


Butterfly tattoos mean something different to you. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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@5 days ago with 2660 notes

Ron Weasley: “He must have known I’d want to leave you.”Harry Potter: “No, he must have known you would always want to come back.” 

Ron Weasley: “He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
Harry Potter: “No, he must have known you would always want to come back.” 

(Source: potterlings, via wanderingweasleys)

@5 days ago with 21294 notes

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@5 days ago with 8 notes

i want to write,
about us.
but I just can’t find,
those beautiful words.

beautiful words to describe
your eyes.
your scent.
your taste.

I want to write,
about us.
but I can’t remember,
those little things.

those little things,
you did for me.
to make me feel,
like I was special. 

I want to write,
about us.
but I can’t.
because you took away

my power,
my creativity,
my freedom,
my words.

I want to write,
about us.
but I can’t seem,
to find the words.

you broke me.
you still do.
and I think about it,
every single day.

@2 days ago with 1 note
#my words #poem #poetry #i suck at this 


"I have nothing to wear" = “I can’t find the 5 shirts I wear under the piles of clothes I never wear but refuse to get rid of."

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@2 days ago with 174108 notes


Ghost Friend

Poorly Drawn Lines by Reza Farazmand
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@2 days ago with 53426 notes



kissing someone
the same someone
is a luxury

I’ve come to appreciate
but can never afford

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What did the cat say to the dog?

cats don’t talk


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@5 days ago with 244305 notes

Emma Watson for Elle US (By Carter Smith) (x)

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