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.
sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know
this is way too fucking relatable
What's all this food-related guilt about?
Maya Angelou, Poetic Justice, 1993
Forget fear. Chase your dreams!
I daydream about you a lot but that’s all you will be– a daydream.
Lukas W. // You are just a dream (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I changed jobs, shed people, got a whole new set of daily habits, started journaling again and I am doing some of the things I really want to do, but have never made time for. But, I can still feel my mind being pulled in a thousand different directions, like whatever was wrong is still wrong. My heart is still shrinking, I get quieter by the day, the level of disinterest in me is unbelievable. The nightmares persist, I'm dreaming of drowning again. Same spiral.
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)