“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

“I waited for you for so long. I watched my phone, every night, waiting on a phone call that somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I’d never get. I just wanted to hear you say that you were sorry for hurting me, and that maybe you wanted to get back together. I hoped an hoped that you saw me in the hallways, looking down at the floor and just know that I missed you. Because I thought you missed me too, you just didn’t know what you wanted But, I finally realized that you didn’t miss me at all, that I was definitely not what you wanted, and that I never meant that much to you anyway.”

Find Yourself: Take a moment

turquoiseflowerchild:

To be alone.
Turn off all sound,
And close your eyes.

Breathe slow and steady
Relax your body
And start to clear your thoughts,
But be patient.

Block out all noise
And listen only to the silence

Remain calm
And focus on your breathing
Inhale all positivity
And exhale all troubles

Let the…

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andrea: February

fireaaway:

I know all the speckles on your back by heart;
I used to trace lines between them every night, I drew maps of the world and etched them into my mind
so I could never forget the language of your skin
or the distant constellations in-between your February shoulder blades.

(I…

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“I’m here to love you, to hold you in my arms and to protect you. I’m here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I’m here ‘coz there’s no other place to be.”

I feel dead inside. No something worst than death. I am still a child. A child trying to find a face in this world. I have so many unanswered question. Questions I feel but can even begin to speak because there are no words to express them. Something is missing. ‘Why God, do I feel unwanted? Why do I feel I have no right to exist. Why do I spend more time wanting to end my life that to live it?’

— OctoberBaby— Hannah’s Journal

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(via the-absolute-best-posts)

“

There are people you need to leave behind,
They just dirty up your mouth,
They don’t value your treasure.
You fall down, you kiss up, you love them. It’s not enough.
They’re nothing special and you’re such a gift.
If you had no magic here you’d be just like everyone else.
Imagine the tragedy.

You must change your life. You are never ready.

Love is like crying like writing like dying.
You have to do it alone.

I know it’s tragic to be tender.
I know it’s dangerous to be kind.
I know it’s vicious to care.

Listen to me. I know what’s going to happen to you.
You don’t need a window, you need a fire escape.
You’ll need a skylight to get where you’re going.
I can’t tell you where.

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