- a sad poem written on my pillow

Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.

Lyanla Vanzant   (via dominicrook)


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goodnight. maybe when we wake up you’ll love me

I wanna make love to your soul, that’s how deep I wanna go.
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that’s all I feel today nothing else

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you are at your worst.
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Be with someone who talks about you like you put stars in the sky.
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There needs to be a phrase for “I acknowledge your apology and appreciate it but it does not make things better.” instead of just saying “It’s okay.” all the time. 

Still hating everything. Someone please talk to me, I could really use the company.

You wanted smooth sailing and I’ve always been a tsunami.
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Don’t read into it. If there is something to be told, it will be.
Rakishi, “Things my father wouldn’t say” cir. 1913.  (via barbieandken)



Manchester Orchestra  
April 19, 2014
House of Blues