Today, on whim, I logged back onto my Tumblr and going through my old posts is just a reminder of how in love/heartbroken I was and how strong my feelings could be.

I don’t really know… what to do with that?

inkskinned:

ivieweditinblackandwhite:

@inkskinned

oh my gosh this is such a beautiful rendition of my poem i love it

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infpisme:

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delicatepoetry:

There are days I cannot be strong. Nights I rather drown in tear stained sheets than wade in the ruin. Sometimes my soul is tired of trying. Sometimes my mind must be messy within itself. I cannot force myself to carry the weight of wreckage when my heart is weak. There are moments it must be laid to rest, that I must be put in place. And that does not mean I am giving up, it does not mean I surrender to the madness. It simply shows I’ve been fighting so hard I need to settle into the chaos. Sometimes I need to sleep with my sorrow, let it surround me until tomorrow.

Isabel Cabrera

little-miss-tragedy:

I am here, I am breathing, and one day, I will be happy about it.

one day, one day, one day by (DS)

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afadthatlastsforever:

“When they work, long distance relationships are the best sort of beautiful, I think. That a person could wait months, cross miles and oceans for a few short spectacular moments with the person they love, that’s it, you know, that’s what we’re all searching for.”

— Beau Taplin • L o n g  D i s t a n c e

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findingwordsforthoughts:

findingwordsforthoughts:

findingwordsforthoughts:

findingwordsforthoughts:

stop trying to control women’s bodies 2k15

stop trying to control women’s bodies 2k16.

stop trying to control women’s bodies 2k17.

stop trying to control women’s bodies 2k18.

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mingdliu:

“I want you at your drunkest night - when you cannot think straight and come tumbling through the doorway with a bottle in your hand and a cigarette between your lips. I want you in my bed when you cannot sleep and ask why God does not reveal Himself, and then proceed to wonder if there is an alternative universe out there, where nothing goes wrong and everything falls into its place. I want you when you are slamming the doors and punching holes in the wall out of frustration. Come to me when you are angry and scream, just scream all you want or do not speak at all. I want you when you are tough to handle and when you cannot take care of yourself. I want those rough hands with a soft heart when sarcasm takes over and the only color you can see is red. I will still want you then. I want you when you are drunk or sober (and everything in between).”

— Ming D. Liu

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