easing back into breathing

easing back into breathing

Anonymous asked:
oh my gadddddd you're so cuteeeee

thank u bub

1 month ago on 26 November 2018 with 1 note

absentions:

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just ur local neighborhood cutie enjoying some lights

1 month ago on 26 November 2018 with 33 notes
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lovelysuggestions:

The sun will always rise and dogs always be happy to see you

1 month ago on 14 November 2018 with 145,972 notes
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buttonpoetry:

“The words ‘I am’ are slowly transforming into ‘I used to be’ because every year, the past tense finds a larger house inside the neighborhood of my everyday vernacular.”

Rudy Francisco, from Helium

1 month ago on 13 November 2018 with 1,698 notes
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#i used to be afraid to be alone  #i used to be sad 

lulloph:

this november we are healing from things we don’t talk about

1 month ago on 12 November 2018 with 29,580 notes
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absentions:

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here to make ur heart go uwu

1 month ago on 12 November 2018 with 35 notes
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nef-nauy:

“what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.”

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

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1 month ago on 11 November 2018 with 115,039 notes
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i hope your scars are healing, and that you can learn to love yourself, even when your heart is in tatters

1 month ago on 11 November 2018 with 97 notes

buttonpoetry:

“The consistency of hurt is what makes it so comforting.”

William Nu'utupu Giles, “What Do You Want? It’s Not That Simple”
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6 months ago on 18 June 2018 with 1,867 notes
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theolepsy:

“I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself. And behold, then this ghost fled from me.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)

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6 months ago on 10 June 2018 with 2,428 notes
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larmoyante:

“Perhaps the problem is not the intensity of your love but the quality of the people you are loving.”

— Warsan Shire

6 months ago on 3 June 2018 with 3,374 notes
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anditslove:

“You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s.Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.”

— Nikita Gill, Wild Embers

6 months ago on 1 June 2018 with 1,230 notes
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anditslove:

“I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you’ve got, instead of what you don’t.”

— Jodi Picoult, Leaving Time

7 months ago on 23 May 2018 with 436 notes
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buttonpoetry:

“i could, so easily, let my heart back inside this burning house.”

Donte Collins, from Autopsy

7 months ago on 14 May 2018 with 491 notes
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7-weeks:

“Call what we had an oil spill. Call what we had dirty laundry. Call how I pulled your face from the concrete that evening when you wanted a vehicle to tear open your body like Thanksgiving dinner, manipulation. Call my name now and you will not hear an exaltation, but a eulogy of every negative aspect you can relate to a relationship. Call your anger venting when we both know it is you accepting the destruction of your own being. Call what you and your new girl have pure spring water. Call what you feel for her awakening. Call it revelation. Call it enlightenment. Call what we shared poisonous; ivy crossed with stinging nettle crossed with nightshade. Call this disastrous persona you carry something holy. Call yourself beginning anew, and ending later. Call yourself magic; all starlight and coal turned diamond. Call our ending the meteor that avoided colliding with your planetary body. Call my name a singe against your skin. Call your absence blessing. Call this end retribution. Call her name poetry incarnate. Call my aura an alarm you never learned how to switch off after my leaving. Call this final. Don’t call me.”

don’t // Haley Hendrick 

7 months ago on 7 May 2018 with 2,610 notes
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