This pain tears through me, and I can’t do anything to stop it. I feel like I’m not gonna make it, but I know I have to. It’s getting harder to breathe every day—the memories are choking me, devouring me, consuming me. I’m not sure I’m ever going to find my way out of this hole. I honestly don’t think there’s a way out. I’m going to try to make one, but if you don’t hear from me again, you know I failed.

Update: I was lonely

Do I love you? Or am I just lonely?

Do I love you? Or am I just lonely?

WOMEN ARE MORE THAN MUSES #wcw https://www.instagram.com/p/BnYywYEhR93GYGx15fmQ8jcJCbFRNJhIwBfF9Q0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=48q6q8tuyc51

Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM

“you are my anchor and my sail all at once. you keep me grounded, at home and at peace, yet you take me on a new adventure everyday.”

— shelby leigh

I’m going to tell you now you now that you will meet this girl, and you’re going to want to love her with all your heart. Because she is gorgeous and smart and she can make anyone smile. But sometimes, even though you want to love her with all your heart, it won’t be easy. There will be days when she’s too sad for you to cheer her up. There will be nights when she shuts you out because she doesn’t want to say things she’ll regret. There will be weeks when you worry you can’t make her happy. But love, she’s going to be worth it and I want you to know that now. And I want her to know that she is worth it.

One time I kissed my girlfriend while we were out and a little girl looked at us with such amazement like

“That’s an option?!?!”

How did you know you were in love with him?” “Because he made the nightmares go away.

Conversations with my dead daughter (via nataliedesirea)

There’s something so soft and sensual about making love to a woman. The way her legs feel tangled up in your own and how your hands get lost in long, thick hair. When she’s straddling you, and grinding her weight down on your hips and you feel like you might explode from the feeling. The heart clenching sensation of skin on oh, so soft skin. The sensuality of the moment when her nipples brush against your own. There’s no rush; it isn’t a race to see who can get the other off first. It is more a marathon than a sprint. Rather, it’s a dance, where you feel like you could keep spinning and spinning until the world disappears. All that is left is you, and her, and your bodies flush against each other. Your heart is beating wildly out of your chest and your hands are roaming every inch, never quite satisfied to stay in one place for too long. Her soft lips are parted, panting from the passion of it all. Just the sound of it is more than anything that has graced your ears thus far. You mentally record the noise in your head, knowing you’ll hear it again, but wishing to permanently capture every second of this erogenous experience. Her skin is flushed and glistening and her eyes are full of lust for you. All for you. There is something so soft and sensual about making love to a woman.

shit, I think I’m in love

Can we just go back to a time when everything was simple and I thought the president ran the country?

—My Childhood is Only Memories Now

“I don’t know where I should call my home All my friends are in one place and I’m here alone I don’t know if this is where I belong But maybe lost is where I feel most at home”

— a.m. // feeling lost in a new city is more freeing than scary (via writingitdown)

God, I don’t even know how to feel anymore. It’s as if the fire burning inside has turned to a smolder and now is nothing more than a pile of ash—sadly, not the type that a phoenix is born of. Honestly, I’m just trying to get through all of this... whatever this is. I just want to know how it feels to get to the end. If it feels to get the end. If there’s an end. Or if we just keep going and going and going and going and goi... Maybe the best things come in large packages and even better things come from even bigger ones. I think that’s how the saying goes at least. I know that’s how life works. And I know I’ve never gotten the big packages. Only the small ones wrapped in crumpled despair and ugliness. Of course my mom always did describe me as that Christmas present from the clearance section that you buy broken to give to bad little girls and boys. I know I’m supposed to feel disgust towards her for that. Maybe, I’m supposed to feel anger. But I don’t.

Raffe, Penryn and The End of Days

“Don’t laugh or anything because that could be disastrous. Have you heard that joke about–”

Don’t act like you’re so understanding. You’re not allowed to be mad at me for not confiding in you when, when I do happen to do so, you only think about yourself.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via tbfhprincess)

“I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me once. I’m too complex.”

—a friendly neighborhood enigma that just can’t seem to grow up entirely