so is this what it feels like to not remember how to breathe?
to ache so bad
to keep it all bottled inside you
tears, frustration, anger, sadness, depression
my lungs feel smaller
i feel weaker than ever
i am not strong
i feel dizzy
and faint
my eyes hurt
all the time
i am tired
i am exhausted
i feel numb
isn’t it ironic
how i feel numb
but numb is when you
don’t feel anything?
i kinda want to die
maybe this is the part
where i call your name
cause i need help
give me a reason
to want to breathe
to want to sing
to want to dance
and make a fool of myself
i don’t want to care
not anymore
i can’t help it though
i’m not good enough
i know it
i’m a failure
how do you fix this?
how do you mold this?
how do you love this?
like shattered glass
broken pieces
on the floor
help me, oh god
i need your help
this is me
calling for your name
i am weak
and you are strong
and mighty
and powerful
and loving
and gentle
give me clean hands
a pure heart
a mind that wants you
a heart that stirs 
because of you
i need help
i need you

Wednesday, 02:59 AM   + 2
I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.
by Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why  (via bruisinq)
Wednesday, 02:56 AM   + 69478
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
by Ferdinand Von Schrubentauffrt (via opaletta)
Wednesday, 02:54 AM   + 18667

people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything

Wednesday, 02:53 AM   + 91562
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
by Robin Williams - The Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via hailpunkrock)
Wednesday, 02:53 AM   + 861
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
by Clementine Von Radics (via owji)
Wednesday, 02:53 AM   + 430280
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
by Anonymous (via taratillinfinity)
Wednesday, 02:53 AM   + 128136
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Rooftop skies. #vscocam

Tuesday, 09:13 PM   + 0


“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.” - Robert Tew.

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My favorite window looks the best when it’s raining because it’s big and all of the raindrops stick like magnets and it makes me feel great.

i want an apartment in the city

Sunday, 03:54 AM   + 178560

I was #blessed this past year #serving for large group with these three awesome #brothers! The year went by fast with new #friendships, challenges, and growth. So excited for what Jesus has in store for all of us for the new year! c:

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