museinblooming:

m00wd:

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

Brain

sometimes, all you can do is breathe and wait for the storm in your chest to pass…

missinyouiskillingme:

poetryforall:

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and it breaks my heart

thoughtkick:

“The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener.”

B. E. Barnes, Put in work.

letsbelonelytogetherr:

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— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”