if you are sad do not let it rot inside your heart. scream until your throat is as scratched up as your wrists, let your heart bleed through your lips talking to a stranger, walk through the enchanted woods until your cheeks are stained crimson from the harsh wind. do anything but let the sadness rot, do not bury it, do not bring flowers to its grave. toss it back to the ocean spray but do not keep it.
"how many times are you going to listen to that song" until the void in my heart is filled
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.
— Clementine von Radics (via desperateyoungreacher)
It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
— (via fawun)