"I thought: please don’t grow
familiar. I think I said it out loud:
Please don’t let me love you
that horrible way."

Olena Kalytiak Davis, And Her Soul Out Of Nothing 

(Source: splitterherzen, via rustyvoices)

"You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
without apology,
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
ever again."

Y.Z, we’re all still learning (via rustyvoices)

"He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him."

Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him 

(Source: larmoyante, via rustyvoices)

(Source: chotronette)

"Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry."

Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via rustyvoices)


By Daniel Farò

(via downinthestyxx)

I have spent 4+ hours today going through old livejournal posts deleting all the comments i made

i just found out i could delete all the comments when i delete my profile

literally kill me

mamie gummers career is like the greatest piece of evidence that nepotism in hollywood isn’t real

"It has to end like this.
The sun swallowing the world
we created and all of our moons
becoming so full on our promises,
we turn into monsters.
I swear I wanted to give you something
better than this.
I wanted to paint the sky you saw in me,
and I wanted it to be the color of you staying.
But you’re a paper kite disappearing
inside of a black hole,
and I can’t follow you into something
that won’t let me back out again."

Y.Z, I can’t keep chasing you if it means leaving myself behind (via rustyvoices)

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