“The embrace of the warm water was welcome on the iciness of my flesh. My pale skin reflected what I felt inside: numbness, resentfulness, and lacking warmth. I can’t recall the length of time I spent sitting in the porcelain tub, its overwhelming and vast whiteness enveloping me. All I could hear was the metallic ring of the shower head pumping water onto my gentle body and the rattling of too many thoughts inside my head. The only other thing I could manage to do was rinse the thoughts away, scrub my face, and climb into the familiarity of my bed, towels and all… You know, I’ve always said that showers help me clear up my mind, I guess that’s why I have this kinda odd love for them… and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has it.”

- Shower Thoughts // by unwakeable

arcosanti by lillian wilkie.

i know you chose me and i should be over the moon and i am i’m in the stars but the problem is that i forgot in space you can’t breathe i forgot that with the sun lighting me up you’ll see all my flaws i forgot that if you get close to me you’ll realize how little i’ve got that i’m just a mess and bad with love and worse with other people that i’m alive only by the grace of god and barely living anyway and that you are too good for me and i know it i know it like yeah i should be living in the moment but what happens when you find out that you gave me your heart but i don’t know how to hold it

i hate when people misunderstand my shyness for unfriendliness like no!!! i actually like you! i’m just a piece of shit that can’t communicate

You remind me of the stars in the sky Because I don’t ever want to stop looking at sky And I don’t ever want to stop looking at you You’ve captivated my mind my heart and my soul the flowers from previous woes have now grown into beautiful roses as beautiful as it seems I’m finding it hard to breathe because reality has hit me and I know I can never call you one word, mine.

biancandthebeanstalk, every rose has its thorn (via wnq-writers)

i wonder what MY smell is????? when people wear my clothes or sleep in my bed…..what does it smell like?! WHAT IS MY SCENT

Take a lover who loves the moon, for he’ll know how to love you when you are not so full.

thetypewriterdaily  (via wnq-writers)

You do not complete me, but you balance me. Until I tip the scales again and there’s another mess on the floor and I’m crying but I don’t know why. I never really know why. How many more times can you tell me that there is nothing to apologize for? I worry there is a limit.

Catsitting for a friend. They asked how things were going. Sent them this