I should never speak before I’ve been awake for at least an hour.
I’m sorry for everything I have done. I’m sorry for not seeing your beauty and for not realizing that I don’t need to coat you with ugly words for you are not a dry wall created to be painted with graffiti signs. I’m sorry for placing bookmarks on your past mistakes and regrets. I’m sorry for folding your edges and highlighting the instances when you fell down, rather than tracing those moments of triumphs, no matter how small or big they were. I’m sorry for keeping you up late at night with horrendous or lonely thoughts and for breaking your rib cage because I continue to shove and lock up those emotions inside you when they were meant to spill from your mouth in helpless cries and screams. I’m sorry for the bruises and scratches. I’m sorry for comparing you to other people and for forgetting your own worth. I’m sorry for the things I have thrown at your way. I’m sorry for slapping lies on your body and marking it with hate. I should have been kissing it and showering it with love. I’m sorry for suffocating your lungs with poisonous words and for wanting to stop the breaths from coming in and out. I’m sorry for saying sorry and for not doing anything to stop this madness. I’m sorry for giving up on you. I’m sorry for the memory lapse; I have forgotten what you meant to me years ago when you were just a young child I treasured dearly. I have forgotten how to love you and keep you safe from evil, including my own self."
that still make you beautiful in my eyes;
For your daybreak eyes and nightfall smiles;
For your bruised heart that continues to beat
and give love even when it has suffered too much already;
For your crudeness and bitterness; at the same time,
for your timidity and geniality;
For your rough hands, chapped lips,
messy hair, and weary shoulders;
For your attentiveness and sometimes lack of it;
For your incandescent hues and ethereal warmth;
For your past you long to bury and
your future you wish to attain;
For who you are right now;
Despite my fear of drowning,
you are the uncharted waters I yearn to swim in.
I want to unearth your hidden passions and shadowed follies.
I want to unravel your pages,
tracing where your heart first shattered,
reading how you lost and found,
pinpointing when you fell twenty feet below,
and memorizing why your eyes get sad.
I want to see how your lips curve into a smile,
how your hands cup a handful of lilies,
how your eyes crinkle with laughter,
and how your arms carry your favorite books.
I want to learn you.
I want to love you.
I want to make you realize how beautiful you are to me.
Despite your fear of unworthiness,
you are my sky, my lighthouse,
my road map, and my home."
Via Don't Dream it, Be it.
happy earth day friends
this is…the best possible use of this particular gif.
This is an awful use of that .gif.
The .gif states Happy Birthday.
Earth Day is NOT the Earth’s Birthday. So, no. This isn’t even remotely accurate.
(Source: tsunderestormss)Via Little Talks
“gamecube is now considered a classic console”
Yes it is and it’s the best damn one.Via Meumie
Depression is like blowing up a balloon.
As the balloon becomes fuller it gets weaker and weaker, and is gradually reaching its limit.
If the balloon is too full, it will explode.
… but you know that thing where you put tape on a balloon and try to pop…
Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?
this scares me a little
I kept getting “no”
secrets, see, malice, pee, feel
I saw crush leave and dreads. The first two are pretty accurate
Crush, Suicide, Naked,and Hate.
Welp. That’s awkward.Via Meumie
I really SHOULD do this because The Lady and a good friend of mine both use my account….
(Source: pleatedjeans)Via Catch me I'm Falling