I Changed Jobs, Shed People, Got A Whole New Set Of Daily Habits, Started Journaling Again And I Am Doing

I met people like storms and people like hurricanes, men like tornadoes and women like warplanes but you were a summer breeze curling the surface of the sea and maybe that’s why I wasn’t prepared for the destruction you left in me.

// of storms and people j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Live this moment, not the next one.

High key wanna see butterflies

It takes a minute. Everything takes a minute. It doesn't register for a while, but God I hope you have time. I hope you have time.

First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?

Hearts are the affected organs, but livers and lungs carry the burdens.

Don't look around, look ahead and don't stop until you get there.

sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know