You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.
Bob Marley (via silveritewings)
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)
and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y that you wear, a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD ) stares back at you in the mirror.
you are not a warrior, MY LOVE, you are merely a boy.