I see you walking slowly through the world, learning to love everything again for the first time & I want to hold you & say exactly the words you need to hear, because I have been there, too & I know the courage it takes to go on when your every breath aches.

Brian Andreas, Story People (via emotional-algebra)


There is a lot of pain
hiding in the alleys of
my veins and my hands
have been shaking for
the last few hours;
I know I’m supposed to
be stronger than this,
but I’m not so sure what
survival looks like

wtm, I’m losing again (via wordscanbeenough)

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I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

—Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.”  (via elauxe)


(Source: 5000letters, via lavitael-bella)

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.

— King, Stephen. Different Seasons. (via wordsnquotes)

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