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Language is what honors the vanishing.
Or is language what slows the leaving?
Or does it only deepen what we know of loss?

Inside us, constellations,
bit thread knotted into night’s black drape.
There are no right words,
if by right we mean perfect,
if by perfect we mean able to save us.

-From "The Failure of Language" by Jacqueline Berger

“Breathe, my friend. You are not old, you are young. You are not a mess, you are normal. Extraordinary, perhaps. In the blink of an eye your life will change. And it will continue to change for decades to come. Enjoy it, embrace it… be grateful for the ride. You are not old, you are young. And faith will get you everywhere. Just you wait.”

Abby Larson (via rainydaysandblankets)

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3:40 pm  14,914 notes

“I keep
I love you’s
close to my chest
like a gambling addict
playing cards.”

Michelle K., Cards.

8:20 am  605 notes

aimeejfc:

some nice things my therapist wrote down for me that i think everyone needs to be reminded of at times

3:40 pm  246,350 notes

“There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind…”

— (via daddypetsyou)

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How to offend people on tumblr

Ask a question without starting with, “I don’t mean to be rude but I’m genuinely just wondering and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to…”

9:35 pm

i.

teaberryleaves:

before your former devil
lit gas in your eyes and swore honesty,
you were celestial, white-christmas
pure. but lately,

you have charred your sweetest spots,
cut with steak-knives your locket-bound locks, wondered
if a baptism still counts if the baby drowns. lately,
you’ve been blind to…

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3:40 pm  111 notes

“I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

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8:20 am  735 notes

2:20 am  10,549 notes

The Self Love Poem

writingsforwinter:

Saying I Love You to another person is hard enough
without having to say it to yourself.
Those words can feel like a slow dance through a ring of flames
or throwing darts at a target where the bullseye is your open skin.
It may not ever be easy, but it is necessary.
And there’s a vast canyon…

3:40 pm  1,014 notes

thedbldee:

Penmanship Poetry #23
"A beautiful night to bleed out"

8:20 am  64,764 notes

“I wake
to you everywhere.
yet,
you are not here.”

— Reach (Nayyirah Waheed)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via lacetree)

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8:20 am  52,289 notes

“If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.”

— Unknown (via aworldofexperiences)

(Source: psych-facts, via unlovedcat)

3:41 pm  73,064 notes

“Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.”

Romans 15:13

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