"my only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away too..."
- Ruth B; Lost Boy (2015)
“Yeah, I feel stressed a lot and I feel scared because of everything.”
— Olivia Grey
“I don’t trust words anymore. I only trust actions. People can pretend to do a lot without beeing serious about it.”
Moritz Fer
“I entered the new year with the worst habits, the worst physical health and my lowest point mentally.”
— watch me fuck it all up this year
Hold on I still want you
Come back I still need you
PRO REVOVERY
You deserve help. You are sick enough.
“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”
Unknown
“That first kiss with the person you’ve been dying to kiss is probably the best feeling in the world.”
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“Não há nenhuma cura mágica, não há como fazer tudo ir embora para sempre. Há apenas pequenos passos para cima; um dia mais fácil, um riso inesperado, um espelho que não importa mais. Eu estou descongelando.”
— Garotas de Vidro (Laurie Halse Anderson)
I'm thinking about ending it again and i don't even care about the consequences, i just want out.
— my mind won't shut up
sa-dnesss
addicted0llAlmost 23 now...
“Por isso, quando acharem alguém que querem manter por perto, façam algo a respeito.”
How I Met Your Mother.
You held on to something that never held on to you, and that was the problem.
T.B. LaBerge
(via thegoodvybe)
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
(via thegoodvybe)
E de repente meu mundo ficou azul. Tudo que enxergo são seus olhos. Seu gestos, seus toques, suas conversas Essa sua mania de reparar em tudo de mim De fixar seu olhar no meu Seu abraço. O melhor lugar para estar. Tua voz única Teu corpo O qual parece que foi feito para se encaixar com o meu Teu cheiro Que ainda está impregnado em mim Tuas pintas, sardas, linhas e barba Que te completam e junto com o resto forma essa obra de arte que eu chamo de você Exagerada? Provavelmente Teu peito Que insiste em ser o melhor travesseiro Tu Que insiste em não sair do meu pensamento.
“I hope I’m in your head as much as you’re in mine.”
- from a story I’ll never write (via grunge-will-rule-again)
Shades of purple with hues of red, line your neck, where my lips collide with your skin. A catastrophic explosion, pulsing with energy leaves my mouth. I fall into your gravity. The intensity of the gravitational collapse emitted from the rush of passion between us is cosmic. This lustful supernova triggers the emergence of exquisite artwork that now stains your neck. The space above your collarbones now radiates an illustration of a nebula.
love bites and galaxies within us // m.b. (via cosmic-opia)
i remember i used to spend my time writing about you. i used to lose sleep crying over you. finally okay. i’m happy that i suffered.. in both life and relationships because i’ve learned, i grew, and i’ve evolved into the version of myself most necessary for survival. i’m a work in progress and i’m still working on a happier, wiser, more loving and accepting ME-daily. i’m still under construction. whichever mistakes i made today- i pray i learn and grow from, but i’ll never give up. i’ll always choose love. and i know some days i stumble, but i try my best. for a long time after you left, my dreams beat my reality. i used to think about life and shit like everything we could be and everything that should be and all the dead-end promises you gave that fooled me. i used to pray that you’d find yourself and someone who could love the baggage you carry on your back and i prayed that i’d find some clarity and the strength to move forward, without you. i depended on your love for so long that i didn’t realize you became a part of me. it was hard to see that God placed you in my life for a good reasoning. i’m thankful to you for noticing me. i’m thankful for our love and all the shit you taught me. i’m thankful for our ending, i was broken-indescribably. i’ve faulted myself for loving too hard, for too long. today i applaud myself. in a generation where falling in love is conditional and frowned upon, i’ve spilled my soul. i’ve let you see my naked, and sometimes ugly, truth. this morning i finally saw my silver lining- crazy how it used to be you.
“ex lover” -Reyna Biddy (via oceanskiees)
There’s this thing between us that I do not know what to call, but I don’t want it to end.
LG ; Touches - Ambiguous, I
(via luinthesunset)
There’s something so different about him… Most make me anxious, nervous, and unsure. He makes me feel safe. I want to crawl into his arms and feel his warm hand on the small of my back, tracing circles over and over. I want to thread my fingers through his hair and sigh into his ear, content and happy.
Safe (via stellanativitatem)