I have this terribly strange habit of cutting myself open, for the pain and sorrow to crawl in and reside within my bones, of drowning myself in a sea of everlasting longing for something that is no longer there.
Lukas W. // Terribly strange habit (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
ship so good they had to cancel the fucking show
Do you know how much it sucks? Losing a best friend? Like actually losing your other and better half? Losing someone you talked to every day, all the time? Someone you looked forward to talking to regardless of what it was, even if it was a fight? Losing someone you gave everything to, to the point where I have nothing else to give anyone else, when the other person can’t even give you the time of day? Losing the person you’d spend every day with if you could? The one person that made you smile. The person that hurt you a million times, over and over, but you still forgave them and would do it all over again if given the chance. The person you do give anything just to see them more time.
Do you really know?
february gray
read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do
“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”
— C.S. Lewis
felt this on a spiritual level
Being a psych major is a wild combination of learning about interesting topics, people trauma dumping in class, and still getting so much work about burnout that you get burned out.
“But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus and always thus will be.”
— Mr. Keating, Dead Poets Society
"If I ever see a flaw of yours, i'd say my eyes are the flawed ones."
Mahmoud Darwish