Her Tumblr Is So Her Soul.
oceanomniac:

themoonphase:

bonsaibones:

I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

favorite

wow

oceanomniac:

themoonphase:

bonsaibones:

I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

favorite

wow

I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.
You don’t love me well and I’m
too broken to notice when you
do. You are a steel dam and
I’m an open floodgate; you
break my self-esteem and I ruin
your few good days. Here we
are, monster and monster, all
teeth and claws and blood on
the ceiling, but I still crawl to
you when it hurts. You still talk
to me last before you sleep. Not
every day is bad, but I don’t
love you any less when it is.
anne, how broken people love (via anneisrestless)
dell:

Love at first listen, really. 

dell:

Love at first listen, really. 

With the dust of Rome
beneath our feet,
I have to say,
we were good and righteous once.
We loved right and
we never spoke our own names in vain.
But like apples that fall from
forbidden trees,
we, too, learned to stumble
into the wrong prayers.
And the dawning realization
will hit us
that in the end we could have been better people.
We could have created something
good for ourselves
instead of waiting for it.
And never again would we
forget what we were given.
And never again would we unforgive
ourselves for the mistakes
that turned into decisions.
We were made for gardens once,
and my God, we loved what was holy.
If there’s a place
where we can be that way again,
then it has a name that sounds like freedom.
It has a name that sounds like
forgiveness finally coming home.
Y.Z, answered prayer (via rustyvoices)
6 word story

Perhaps you were right about us.

I used to call people, then I got into e-mailing, then texting, and now I just ignore everyone.
The New Yorker (via thatkindofwoman)

There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

(via dirtyberd)