So accurate wtf

Oh but darling don’t you understand?
It’s all going to be okay. You’ve survived so much more than what you’re currently battling.
Sometimes that’s hard to remember because part of the victory is being able to forget.
Darling…darling… please understand, it’s all going to be okay. You’ve walked across hell’s scorching ground, barefoot and unwavering. You’ve had years without sleep. You’ve starved yourself and then learned to live again. You’ve slept through the party and the worlds end. You’ve seen your own mother break into a thousand different pieces, none of those pieces had a voice you could recognize when you called home.
No, it’s all going to be okay. Just ask the trees, the soil or the birds. They are the experts. They are rooted in chaos and yet the roots of an inexplicable life cycle…they’ll tell you the same thing
on a clear spring day the trees whisper through the breeze
“It’s all going to be okay”
and on an autumn afternoon the leaves crunch through your footsteps and snap
“Honey, it is all going to be okay”
and every single morning, unimpeded, the birds wake up early just to sing to you
“It’s all going to be okay”
- Just Listen  (via w-orry)

(via w-orry)


Matt Sharkey.
You crave the deepest connections with others, but you don’t trust to let anyone in.
- (via primrues)

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Tattoo needle slow motion.

Holy shit.
She’s the type of person you’d write a book about. I would take the first three chapters to describe the way her touch sets my skin on fire.
- (via cityandcolourblind)

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Thick everything. Thick thighs, thick eyebrows, thick lips. Thick maple syrup on my pancakes, thick everything.

(via mynamesdiana)

I like storms. They let me know that even the sky screams too.
- Unknown (via perfect)

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