What scares me the most is that you could hurt me over and over again and still I would go back to
you in a heartbeat.

The more you go through in life, the more you understand that happiness is an illusion. It’s a concept that marketing wants us to buy, but we are broke. It doesn’t exist, because happiness requires happy individuals, and there are none left.

Hira
(via hedonistpoet)

Allow me to be a mess for a little longer, allow me to complain and whine for a bit. Don’t tell me it makes me weak, tell me it’s okay, tell me I will heal.

We are all different. Don’t judge, understand instead.

Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
(via goodreadss)

I’m tired of hiding behind metaphors
And unspoken words,
I’m tired of writing ways to say what I mean without directly saying it
I’m tired of figuring out an exit plan before I even enter the building
I’m tired,
I want to feel awake!
So here is a not so poetic- poem to tell you
I love you, very very much.

Hijabiyonce, You’re My Coffee (via wnq-writers)

I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.

Maya Angelou
(via goodreadss)

I will claw my way inside these veins before reaching my hands out to you.

But nothing I’ll do can stop the torrent of unfinished thoughts that floats to my mind unceasingly.

a-thinner-mint:

I rememeber

I remember my best friend in 10th grade had such a flat stomach.

And I remember literally feeling how flat it was every time I hugged her. Her stomach was flat as a wall.

I remember being jealous. Not worried how she got there.

I remember hearing that she ran for hours.

I remember watching her break the school record for not only the most sit-ups, but the most push-ups too.

But what I don’t remember,

was asking if she was okay