purplebuddhaquotes:

“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”

—

(Source: purplebuddhaquotes)

james-unknown:

Even if I was just a single phrase on the book that is your life you will remember me,

Even when you have long forgotten my name and the shape of me you will remember me,

Even if I was there for just a brief moment passing through like a fleeting thought you will remember me,

At least that’s what I always hoped would happen,

Ending up like the history of true slavery forgotten and discarded,

My worse fear is to end up like that book you never opened,

Lost and forgetten in the shelves of you memory

- Unknown_social

theflowersinhermind:

That’s the thing people don’t know about me

I am so very loving
Because I was given no mercy

But I am ruthless
Because I was given no mercy

—trauma can still breed success

(Source: theflowersinhermind)

neatpoems:

i’m pretty sure
about chairs

they arent extremely reliable
break sometimes
but predictably

that’s as much
as i understand

now i’m not a chair
i’m a person

people are different
i can’t predict
if you’re reliable

you might be

but I’m at least as sure
about people
as i am
about chairs

i may not be a chair
but i’m a person

and if we talk
i’ll be as sure about you
as i am about chairs

but if we talk right
really right
i’ll stop looking outside

looking outside
is for seeing chairs

i’m not a chair
you’re not a chair

so you look inside
yourself
i look inside
myself

definitely not a chair

and we talk really right

and
your inside is
a bit
like mine
and i know

you’re not a chair either

and we can be people
together
i was not being a chair
alone

qvotable:

“One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.”

— Iain Thomas // I Wrote This For You

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul:

“I am an echo of the things that cannot be. I live in the past.”

— Lukas W. // In the past

isohaspeaks:

Why do you not want me sad?

You don’t want me sad

Because it’s negative

Or maybe it’s easier to deal with

Why does sad have to be bad?

Why can’t sadness be beautiful?

A wise man once said:

“A tortured soul makes for great art”

So it’s okay to be sad

Let it all out, let them tears fall

Pain creates true beauty

Letting this pain out heals your soul

So have a good cry, on the house

Because the same wise man told me:

“That there’s beauty in every tear”

So next time you want to be sad

Don’t wait for approval

Find the art that connects

With your special tortured soul

Because when you feel pain

Feeling the pain of another

Makes everything not so bad

Knowing you’re not alone in this

Makes it all so much easier

Maybe the world would be better

If people stopped lying

And pretending that they are not sad

Because on a level

Everyone is sad

Know it or not

And it’s far from a bad thing

In fact,

It’s actually quite a beautiful thing.

soha.

buttonpoetry:

“To create something is to cut a piece of yourself for the world to hate.”

— Corbin Louis - “Saddle”

violentwavesofemotion:

“I am tired of the fine art of unhappiness.”

— Denise Levertov, from The Freeing of the Dust: Poems; “The Wealth of the Destitute,”

cameronbeyrent:

“I just feel like heaven and hell are a place that’s inside each of us and we’re the ones who choose which one to explore. I mean, like, you know, I think you have to have both to have an understanding of why they exist. Shit wouldn’t be balanced if we didn’t have hell. I don’t think you’d be able to appreciate how amazing it feels to sit on a rooftop with all your friends as you’re watching the sunset listening to your favorite Lorde song if you didn’t want to kill yourself sometimes. You know and I think we’re all like, you know, a step away from both. I feel like both universes are so near to us. I don’t really think that heaven is all the way up at the top of whatever all of this is, and that hell is all the way down at the bottom. I think it’s all right here in front of us. I think they layer onto our realities like filters on an Instagram image. We see our lives through heaven and hell, and I think we always have a say in which one we can choose. You know because, even when your life is dog shit, heaven is just as close as it was before. You don’t really get further away from it, you just lose the ability to take notice of it, I guess. But I know how you feel, man. I feel like God is really quiet sometimes in my stupid life. But I still know that it’s all still right there in front of my face. It’s not really a matter of looking or searching, it’s a matter of seeing things for what they are. It’s all so much closer to you than you think it is. It’s all just a breath away.”

— Excerpt, THE INTIMACY GAP