For You, Controlling Your Power Is Like Finding Peace.

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

                                     and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y                                                        that you wear,                                     a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD )                                          stares back at you in the mirror.

                                                 you are not a warrior,                                                           MY LOVE,                                                  you are merely a boy.

list of things im handling well currently

1.

brain: hey u should act on this impulse that might have bad consequences

me: why

brain: You Gotta

my opinion on most things is “whatever man” 

Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my f*cking heart does.

Anis Mojgani (via wordsnquotes)