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.


I loved —
I touched lightning
to my tongue to
feel alive and
was surprised when
it burnt up my insides.

(via lucyquin)

But the aching faded, too. Things get better — hurt less — over time. If you let them.

Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: anditslove)

Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.

Unknown  (via labrith)

beaudii currently

(via wanderingjessie)

(Source: violethaze9)

I couldn’t sing a lot of those words today. Not truthfully.

A friend’s doubting mother after a church service recently. (via tallerthanlions)

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

Chris Cleave, Incendiary (via larmoyante)

Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.

I heard that more than
ninety percent of the ocean
remains undiscovered,
so maybe that’s
where I am.
Maybe that’s where
I’ll find myself.

A.Y // who are you? (i don’t know)

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Well I don’t wanna be with someone who’s afraid to be who they are, I think it’s pathetic.

Jenny Schecter, from The L Word (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: agirlmattknows)