read.write.wander.
what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.

 

That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti (via observando)

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

And in that moment I swore
that nothing in this universe
could be so heavy as the absence
of the person you love.

B e a u   T a p l i n   | |   T h e   h e a v y   a b s e n c e .  
(via afadthatlastsforever)

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

Unknown (via the-century)

(Source: psych-facts)

No one has been brave enough to love you, and that shouldn’t make you sad; because you’ll find someone who fears you but is still brave enough to be with you, and that is worth a little heartbreak for now.

Love will come, and it will need a courageous soul to stand and fight with.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you.

Just So It’s Clear | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.