Never trust a man who howls at you like a wolf

without treating you like the moon.

— Meggie Royer. Metaphors My Mother Never Taught Me (via schmab-elyse)

posted 10 hours ago via nothingbutaconcept

A week and a half ago, I had my life turned completely upside-down.

But I’m surviving, right?
I’m getting there.

posted 1 week ago and tagged as puckishlove
posted 1 week ago via anditslove

outerspace-jpg:

newest drawing !!!! universe girl
(please do not remove my caption)

posted 1 week ago via thatnycgirl
granite-statedudecore:

"my heart keeps saying stay young, my lower back seems to disagree"

granite-statedudecore:

"my heart keeps saying stay young, my lower back seems to disagree"

(Source: thedarksideofnerd)

posted 1 week ago via jamisanrook

There is a bird’s
nest inside of
my body,
and I am so sick
of turning myself
into a home
for things that
only know how
to fly away.

— Y.Z (via rustyvoices)

posted 2 weeks ago via anditslove

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes.

holy shit.
i really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY needed to read this.

(via lovelyandbrown)

posted 3 weeks ago via suspendedinasunbeam
posted 3 weeks ago via didyougetmytext

johntheadventurerkingofarendelle:

death-by-lulz:

emryssa:

I need an Edna Mode life coach.

We all need one.

posted 3 weeks ago via jamisanrook

You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell

— Something my friend told me the other day (via dolly-kitten)

(Source: sad-theater)

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

— Sylvia Plath (via inunomimi)

(Source: quotes-shape-us)

posted 1 month ago via ithinkimbreakingout

I am entirely
composed of
bruises that
refuse to heal
and words I
wish I could
let myself
hear.

body confessionsEmma Bleker (via stolenwine)

posted 1 month ago via anditslove

It is the middle of August and you are alive
to discomfort.

And yes I agree this is one hell
of a summer.

— Audre Lorde, from Martha (via violentwavesofemotion)

likeafieldmouse:

Sara Bjarland - Collapses (2013)

posted 1 month ago via starfishonlsd