“Don’t let your loneliness make you reconnect with toxic people. You shouldn’t drink poison just because you’re thirsty.”

bitter longing for the relationship you never got to have

greta gerwig’s “lady bird” // phoebe bridgers’ “motion sickness” // the simpsons s6e13 // liv ullmann’s “changing” // mitski’s “class of 2013” from @mitskiarthistory // eavan boland’s “the necessity for irony” // felix van groeningen’s “beautiful boy” // poem by @griefmother on instagram // richard siken’s “seaside improvisation”

hozier is like "i know a spot" and then takes you to church

sometimes i feel more like a house than a person with the way i decorate my body and my face to hide damaged walls and empty spaces; my heart is more like a door with changed locks because i've made multiple keys for people who walked all over me with filthy shoes, people who said they could live here, but they were just passing through. i hope my eyes are not windows, because i fear what the world might see—all of my flaws and insecurities on display like a coffee table or some shoddy love seat. sometimes i swear i left the oven on and forgot because my mind feels like a smoke detector with the way my apprehension never calms. i smell smoke, but i can't see it; i'm told things are never as bad as i make them, but every wildfire starts with a spark and it's easy to burn when you're a house made of straw.

- "house made of straw"

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But not as hard as watching you not wanting me for all that time.”

- Antigone (Sophocles)

Mood

“Don’t you get it? I can say goodbye to everyone else, but not you. Not you.”

I know I miss you because it happens in daylight. When I’m driving down a road with a view and the sun is hitting me, I think of how good you’d look beside me. And how great your laugh would sound, joining me when I’m out with friends. Or how much warmer the bed would be with you in it.

- S.A // I miss you even when I’m not lonely

" oh yes, i'm a writer " *doesnt write anything for 6 months*

Mood

“If you could read my mind, you’d be in tears.”

I feel like I can't stay strong for much longer and that scares me.

" the love of your life isn't, always, the one you marry "

If the world was ending you’d come over, right?

I am sorry if I’m cold at times. If I’m numb, and quiet. There is just so much going on in my head, so much noise, chaos, that I forget to be present. I forget to exist in the moment. I find myself lost in my mind, wrapped in my thoughts, drowning in emotion. You see, there is a voice within me that will not quiet, no matter how hard I try to tame it. I know, I need to stop listening, I need to stop believing it. But how can I run away from my own self? How can I break free of my own mind?

Isabel Cabrera / /  a mess of a mind

as the years go on, i'm learning to accept my nature. i stopped pretending i like the sun, i stopped forcing my voice to sing hight, i don't walk with who i wanna be, faking my spring. i am no spring. i run in the dark, i am scars, blood and raw meat. i am no soft, my eyes will never sparkle, my hands are sharp, my body is solid, i got my father's wide rib cage, his strong lungs. i am a dark personality, i will always be, and that is good. and i will celebrate it and be who i am until the end, until the day i die and after.