sticks&stones// skin&bones

"Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel."


M.S. (via comboverrated)

(via goodvibesandsummertime)


boycott dudes who manipulate you into meeting their emotional or sexual needs but won’t date you 2k14

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The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.

There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.

we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.


- Amanda Helm, Don’t Call me Citrus (via amandaspoetry)

(via goodvibesandsummertime)

"When you see him tell him that I am still torched.
Tell him that it is not good to light matches and leave them
lying around in someones’ chest.
Love, the home that burns to the ground,
the walls split, the body buried in the dirt.
When you see him tell him that all the blood is his fault."

- Karese Burrows (via fluerishing)

(via goodvibesandsummertime)

"But you’d said you’d never leave
before I’d even said I love you,
almost as if you knew that
I would love you,
and you’d leave."

- things i wish i’d known // valentits 

(via goodvibesandsummertime)

"Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged."

- Pearl (via psych-facts)

(Source: mostlyfiction, via goodvibesandsummertime)

"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."

- (via ohthis-isadelight)

(Source: nullalibertas, via goodvibesandsummertime)