Woman
Woman, bent and bruised
healer of all life’s pains
Summers boughs, still so far away
giver of life, so tired of being used
Where are the soothing spring rains
in which we walked, hand in hand
Greeting life with a sigh,
smiling at each new day
Woman, bruised and broken
heart afire, soul soaring across the sky
Held down so long
yet still you ever stand
Woman, hope of this burdened life
we honor you, we love you:
daughter, sister, mother
Strength is in your smile
through every ill
through every strife
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Forever missing my baby peep
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see the shape, broken and thrown away.
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my feelings hurt my feelings
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via @humalien
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(not so) Breaking News: I’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it
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call me your master
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I just wanna be everybody’s everything I want too much from people but then I don’t want anything from them at the same time u feel me I don’t let people help me but I need help but not when I have my pills but that’s temporary one day maybe I won’t die young and I’ll be happy? What is happy I always have happiness for like 10 seconds and then it’s gone. I’m getting so tired of this
Lil Peep (via @lilpeep on instagram) (via apageofmyheart)
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Rest in Peace Peepers🦄🦄🦄
none of these photos are my own x credits go to owners
photo of peep courtesy of yellowtouch
photo of yellow roses courtesy of yellow-is-my-aesthetic
photo of v8 bus courtesy of hufflepuffhaven
photo of shoes courtesy of s0ft-43st3tic
‘spread love’ edit courtesy of sunflorally
fence photo courtesy of yellow-is-my-aesthetic
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And if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about people it’s that we have trouble letting go. It’s why I keep a box under my bed with ticket stubs from every movie I’ve ever seen. It’s why my bookshelves are cluttered with old school notebooks and letters I’m never going to read again. It’s why I have trouble throwing away the ring he gave me even though he left 6 months ago. The thing is, I’m not only holding onto the memories, I’m holding onto who I used to be. I like to believe that keeping all of these little things will somehow help me save the pieces of myself that I lost along the way.
f.a.w (via fawlliams)
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