Lay Me Down With The Leaves And The Moss. Rest Me By Rotting Wood With Hidden Mushrooms And Beneath Trees

I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.

The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.

i wish and i wish and i wish but it will never make things return to the way they used to be. i can wish all i want, but it will never be enough. i wish for the same thing every time: to be special to someone again. i know i shouldn’t tell you because now it won’t come true, but i think i was doomed anyway.

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

It’s actually devastating that I feel comfortable in anyone’s house but my own

All I’ve ever wanted to know was what I want. I am a stranger to myself.

i live in the memories of the abuse and i truly don’t think i’ll ever get out

Sobbing in public again fml

Love isn’t missed calls and sore wrists

Love isn’t encouraging me to deprive myself of life

Love isn’t making empty promises

Love isn’t making me feel disposable

Love is my boyfriend listening and making me feel heard even when he doesn’t know what to say

Love is my boyfriend being open to communication no matter how difficult the conversation is

Love is my boyfriend rushing to hold me when I cried about missing my mom

Love is napping in the warm Colorado sun together

And love is staying up late to play Halo and eat Pop-Tarts

Love is making me feel loved without having to ask for it

Love is so gentle when you come across the right person

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.