Not everything is as simple as "just stop"

"It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them."
(via bl-ossomed)
"Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind."
Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations (via larmoyante)
"So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what."
Unknown (via clitt)

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them  (via bluegirls)
"I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me."
anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong. (via floorboardcreak)
"I fell in love with the devil but
he tastes just like God. His touch
is fire to my skin, his tongue
like a dagger. We danced in the
dark, and I felt his claws grip
around my heart. Selling my
soul for a night in the flames."
hell hath no fury like a woman in love | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)
"I am too tired to fight.
My bones are growing heavy now,
my eyes are drifting shut.
My arms are too sore to hold the gun.
My fingers refuse to pull the trigger.
I want to be a soldier,
but I am too weary for this war."
On giving up. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

I had a dream where you and I both fell from Jupiter.
The stars were so jealous of us when our bodies
lit fire and we hugged each other tightly
as we blanketed the world in our ashes.

This was supposed to be a love poem, but I am beginning
to read this like a eulogy. Death happens when your atoms
explode and run away from each other. Death happens
when you’re an asteroid that lands in the middle of an ocean.
Death happens when no one makes a wish on you.

Dear mother, I forgive you. Dear father, I know you don’t think
you need it, but I forgive you.
Dear sisters, please look in the mirror if you ever
want to see me.
Dear God, you’ll have to fall on your knees for forgiveness.
You could have let me burn for ages, but instead you
tried to exchange my fire for wings.

I had a dream where we soared through the dark sky.
There was no time to tell you how much I love you
but when we got close to the ground you glanced at me
and saw something brighter than any comet tail
we could have lit.

"Starry" - e.p.h. (via teentitan-)
"you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it"
This fucked me up (via obsessiveloserr)