theme
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But then I remember you,
And the way you shine like truth in all you do.
And if you remembered me,
You could save me from the way I tend to be.

(Source: wibbly-wobblytimey-wimey, via tinykittenfist)

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euo:




Excerpt from my journal:
"I jumped in the ocean to make myself feel alive. All I got was cold hands and seaweed in my hair."
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(Source: majestictunes, via lovelykristine)

dignitea:

if you’re feeling small
plantcreep:

ℓєт мє мαкє α мєѕѕ σf уσυ ~ stitched by drinkincherrycola

the-maybe-dead-cats:

I used to hate sleeping because it’s just like being unconscious for eight hours but now I love sleeping because it’s just like being unconscious for eight hours

(via coffeepeople)

I need
someone to love me
in all of my forms.
To find passion
in the dirty, gory bits.
To sing lullabies
to my anxieties.
To celebrate
in my truths.
Until then,
I will do it myself.

Michelle K., Loving Yourself is a Political Statement. (via michellekpoems)

(via fleetingechoes)

So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers

 Jorge Luis Borges, “After a While” (translated by Veronica A. Shofstall)

(Source: feellng, via grace-full)

aseaofquotes:

Christina Rossetti, “A Better Resurrection”
allmymetaphors:

sad girl club 
my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it:

home is wherever i am with you