Tag Archives: poetic

Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life. Akshay Dubey (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet. Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein (via wordsnquotes)

Something happens in my mind. It refuses to go on registering impressions. It shuts itself up. It becomes chrysalis. To do nothing is often my most profitable way. Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. February 1930 (via violentwavesofemotion)

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand than eternity without it. City of Angels (via hellish-b0y)

My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful. Alexandria Drzewiecki  (via wordsnquotes)