dear reader,
Niki Ryland MI
dear reader,
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"I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Babylon Revisted (via larmoyante)
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"I like the way your hands
move in the sunlight. Even better,
I like the way your hands move
against skin that does not
belong to you. You say so much
but really you keep the most
important words to yourself.
Or better yet, you write that chaotic
mess of meaning into poetry.
How do you do it? How can you
love so many but insist
that you do not deserve
the same love in return? I’ve never
met someone as selfless
as you. I’ve never come across
another person who is able to
give others the amount of hope
that you do. So why not give
some of that energy to yourself?
You’ve spent so much of your time
trying to fix the broken pieces
of those who will just leave
once they are patched up.
Do you think that’s fair? Do you
think that’s love? Have you tried
stitching up your own wounds
before using that thread
on someone who will only end up
tearing it out. Now I know that this
reads more like a lesson
than it does a love poem,
but I am being aggressive because
I love you more than anyone
could ever promise. I hope you
don’t hate me after this. I hope
you don’t see your faults
as flaws, or your dedication
as something that should be
removed. You are beautiful,
and you are as gentle as the way
the morning kisses the mist.
So please, try to love yourself
more. Try to see that you are
much more than a nurturer
to the weak. Try to see that you
need love just as much
as those who have been swallowed
by their own darkness.
You radiate so much light
that I know it can be hard to see
the shadows in your eyes.
But I see them, and I know you are
not as strong as you say.
So turn over your open sign,
lock the doors and use your time
off to say to yourself what you
always seem to say to others;
you are beautiful and you will
survive, I promise. Because if
there is anyone that can turn
their pain into poetry, their pain
into a new way of healing,
it’s you."
"A love poem to myself," - Colleen Brown (via larmoyante)
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"Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body."
Anne Michaels (via larmoyante)
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poetic-ness:


"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

Needed this
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havoc-:

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Celestial Lunar Oracle ring with deeply antiqued sterling silver, white topaz accent.
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this is definitely going to be mine…

I’ll take it.
havoc-:

omniastudios:

Celestial Lunar Oracle ring with deeply antiqued sterling silver, white topaz accent.
www.omniaoddities.com

this is definitely going to be mine…

I’ll take it.
havoc-:

omniastudios:

Celestial Lunar Oracle ring with deeply antiqued sterling silver, white topaz accent.
www.omniaoddities.com

this is definitely going to be mine…

I’ll take it.
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"You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving."
Yasmin Z, We’re All Still Learning (via larmoyante)
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"She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her."
"I’m not there for you, I’m here for you," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)
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"No, fuck you. I was worth it."
and I’m still worth it // R.R.  (via bewwbs)
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