|—||Mitch Albom (via fawun)|
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
|—||Clementine von Radics (via paperboatsandaeroplanes)|
|—||Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via fawun)|
alone. Wilted. Soaking in a bathtub of nails.
Swallowing one for each grievance against me.
I wonder when I will stop writing about you.
Perhaps, when I finally accept the truth—
that you are just as powerless as I am.
You cannot undevelop the photograph.
You cannot untangle the knots.
|—||Sierra DeMulder (via ginandnola)|
|—||Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)|
Forever and ever is a very long time, Pooh
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|—||Pan’s Labryrinth (via l-yps)|