I remember my mother brushing my hair
out of my eyes and wiping my teardrops off
her tired hands and she called me sugarplum
and told me to remember that boys can’t break
you in half, stars burn out but the sky never
goes dark, and your chest will always be filled
with light even when it feels like you’re on fire
but last summer I was sucking on cherry
lollipops till my tongue turned red and kissing
your neck and now I’m biting my lip so hard that
I spit up blood and falling asleep in the shower
because it’s the only place you haven’t touched
I think you burned me out (via sexpansion)

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You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
 Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

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NCAD Lookbook’13, photographed by Andrew Nuding
Where am I when I’m not in reality or in my imagination?
Nostalgia (1983) dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky  (via de-licacy)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via there-is-no-there-there)

A true friend is someone who says nice things behind your back.
  • me: wow I'm fat
  • me: maybe I look ok
  • me: I'm fucking disgusting I'm losing weight now
  • me: I am more than just my weight!
  • me: who the fuck cares about anything
  • me: I AM SO FAT.
  • me: idk curves are beautiful i am beautiful
  • me: i hate myself

untitled by sylvain-emmanuel .P on Flickr.
I flutter. I ripple. I stream like a plant in the river, flowing this way, flowing that way, but rooted.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (The Hogarth Press, 1931)

(via livebymoonlight)


Night shift by Robbie Porter
Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
Ally Condie, Matched (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: observando, via livebymoonlight)

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