I was prepared, but it still hurt. Hiro Fujiwara (via expiry)
Tag Archives: poetic
sakurapetal-s: mayday parade // save your heart
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore. (via hellish-daddy)
pinksoftie: ❁
Persephone was born with eyes wide as saucers, a string of flowers for an umbilical cord. Her fist smaller than a pomegranate, that unshakable faith. She dances around, only love taking up the space of her tiny mouth. New, shiny, pink. Vulnerable. Screaming like a warrior. Grows up teething on sunflower stems. Pricks her finger …
You can decide right now that they will never see you again. They can sit across you, look you straight in the eyes and still never see you again. Sabah Khodir
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not …
Red days are when the wolves howl all night and in the morning the birds return with torn out feathers. The days are filled with ambulance sirens. My hair is on fire. Everything moves in slow motion. The flames, the heat, my body soaked in kerosene. The screams in the distance. The monster in the …
Take care of yourself before anything else. You won’t be able to do anything otherwise.