“are you ok?” no but I’m funny
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
Be fucking selfish. I don’t think people get told this enough and it’s kind of sad. Selfish doesn’t always mean in a bad way, sometimes putting yourself first is important. Heck, I say do it all the time.
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he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body. they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k. they rot him inside-out.
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how do you heal from such internal damage? in reality, he knows he can’t. ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by his own conscience.
he resorts to drugs, to alcohol. to the numbness it gives him no matter how temporary.
You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.
Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
I actually don’t need to control my anger. Everyone around me needs to control their habit of pissing me off.
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The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was forgive someone who was never sorry.
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