and long will be our journey,
walk them with me now.
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
|—||Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via jaimelannister)|
|—||Unknown (via an-introspective-heart)|
she was full of bruises
some you could see
some you couldn’t
but you could feel those
the ones under her skin
not because you could actually feel them
but because she pulled away
every single time i ever touched one
i’m going to take them all away
the ones you can see
and the ones you can’t
i will touch her in places
that used to hurt
And everyone you love is made of stardust,
and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply,
and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
|—||Finn Butler (via xu-an)|