Intus Somnium
I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)

You don’t understand how much you’ll miss their voice, until you realize how long it will be until you hear it.

A.G.

(via attractionns)

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. Homer, The Iliad (via irilium)
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am. Epiphany. (via 1missedcallfrommom)

my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it:

hey sorry im late i didnt want to come


EAT

When recovery is not all yoga mats
and tea and avocados, it is work.

It is listening to your body rather
than pretending not to hear her.

It is waking up so hungry, you are
nauseous, but swallowing breakfast

anyways. It is taking an hour to eat a
snack. It is your stomach throwing a

tantrum and telling the acidic voice
in your head she has the wrong address.

Trying to ignore the caloric calculator in my head is like trying to ignore television subtitles.

Every time you asked if I was full, I heard you say fat, and I’m trying, trying so hard not to do that.

This is teaching my body how to forgive.

This is teaching my brain how to apologize.
EAT, by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
People miss you more when they see how much happier you are without them. (via tea-storm)
Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light Turkish Proverb (via hooking)
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