"Don’t fan the flames of despair. Ignite the spark of hope instead."
— Doe Zantamata (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
masticater asked: Still drinking vodka?? Can I come drink with? Vodka is my favorite drink!
You can always come drink with me! But you have to bring extra drinks.
DOOOYOUHEAR THE PEEEOPLE SING
SINGING A SOOONG OF AANGRY MEN
IT IS THE MUUUSIC OOF A PEEEOPLE WHO
ECHOES THE BEEEA TING OOFTHE DRUMS
THERE IS A LIFE ABOOUT TO STARTWHENTOMOOORROW COOOOOOOMES!!
i think this should be the new way to read music rather than the notes and stuff
(Source: whitmanmae, via sunshineteaandladies)
Anonymous asked: You're lovely and valid
"What I know of survival is this:
how to adjust my body around the cool spots in bed,
the way my hair is never exactly right
when I leave the house for a hopeful second date,
the imprint of my bra on my skin after coming home
and letting my dress pool at my feet.
Missing you and missing you.
I eat olives and arugula standing up in the kitchen,
wearing nothing except underwear and pearls.
I do not recognize myself.
Being sad only makes me thirsty.
I drink two glasses of water, take an aspirin,
dance with myself slowly in the living room.
Everything comes back to me in moments—
flashes of your skin, the freckles on your chest,
your perfect wrists, a kneecap, the small of your back.
I peel away the sadness to get down to the pit of the thing
and can never quite manage to finish it.
My hands smell like oranges, clove cigarettes.
Pounds of sadness. I get out of bed. I run the bath.
Chocolate shavings and blueberries for lunch.
Little things, but I am handling it.
Yesterday, I almost called you to tell you that I love you,
but then I remembered I’m not allowed to say it anymore,
and it is awful. You are with me even when I brush my teeth."
— Kristina Haynes, “Love So Good That I Forgot to Say ‘Ouch’” (via proudnewsunburns)
"As hard as it is to
be alone, it is far less
painful than it was to
be loved by you."
— i am hurting differently now, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
"I learned to love
myself the day I
— you still haven’t noticed a change in me, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
"It is beginning to hurt,
writing about you.
I cannot seem to put
my pen down; I cannot
seem to make my
heartbeat slow itself.
This pounding is
killing me; this love
is killing me."
— i have been awake too many nights with your name burning against me, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)