Contempt Loves The Silence

She had blue skin/And so did he/He kept it hid/And so did she/They searched for blue/Their whole life through/Then passed right by/And never knew.

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If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.

It’s okay to move on (via somethingdifferententirely)

It’s gonna hurt. Fuck, it’s gonna hurt like hell. When you give everything you have to someone, and it’s still not enough, it’s going to rip you apart inside. Then it’ll slowly start to get better. You’ll think about things other than them. You’ll find ways to occupy your mind. Some days you’ll still wake up wanting to call them just to say good morning. You’ll still spend some days crying and listening to sad songs that remind you of them. You’ll fall asleep crying because it doesn’t feel right without them there. That’s okay. It’s okay that it hurts. But it’s okay for it to get better, too. It’s okay to let yourself heal. It’s okay to go get drunk in hopes that you’ll get them off your mind, but it’s okay to dance around your room in your underwear because you feel actually happy, too. Life isn’t going to stop. I know right now it feels like the world has stopped turning, but it hasn’t. You’ll make new friends and meet new people. Eventually, you’ll stop thinking about them altogether. And you might remember them forever. They might have a small part of you forever. But you’ll change. You’ll grow. And one day you might even wonder why you loved them, because you recognize that you didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. It’s okay to be okay.

A Six Word Poem ( on how you deserve galaxies)

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For you, I’d steal the stars.

I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014)

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I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there.

Anonymous (via psych-facts)

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Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

asylum-art:

Kovacs Anna Brigitta

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"I have always loved to create art. When I was in fifth grade, my art teacher called me the "Queen of Colors"  and that further encouraged me me to continue working on my dream to become an artist. After graduating from a high school specialized on art and textile design, I majored at art in college. My field of specialty is watercolor and oil because I love the fluidity this medium enables me to capture.
 
I consider interpreting the beauty of the natural and the man-made world my mission in life because I hope to bring joy to people.”

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Noah And The Whale, Hold My Hand As I’m Lowered  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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I fell in love with the world in you.

codeinewarrior:

me and you and our dogs all sleeping together on our king sized bed

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