this is not a quotation from the books

When you are hurting remember
that a wilting flower has the power to disseminate seeds of life.
Fragments of broken mirrors will always manifest reflections of beauty

and the storm inside of you will find its calm.

—  //growing

Don’t ever fall in love with someone that cannot be yours. I promise you, it’s better that way.

Because if you do, it’ll consume you, devour you to the point where you can’t breathe.

It’s heartbreaking, knowing that person will never belong to you.

But what hurts the most is…

Watching them love someone else that isn’t you.

—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram
Quote from an unwritten story that needs to be written soon.
You decide how much words hurt you. Nothing grows until it’s fed.
—  how to kill a thought // A.S
You wanna know why I’m in love with you?“ He asked as he ran his hand along my jaw.

“Sure,” I answered feeling as if my heart could explode at any moment.

“ I fell in love with the way your laugh is always the loudest in the movie theater or the way your facial expressions always give away how you feel. The way you smile & freak out when you see puppies makes my heart want you. Or when you take a shower & your hair starts to curl. & when you say you hate it I don’t understand because to me it’s fucking beautiful. I fell in love with the way you feel so intensely. & your sarcasm is something that I just can’t live without. & the way you want everyone to be happy gives me hope that not everyone in the world is cruel. I love how sunsets and thunderstorm bring you pure joy. & you have the faith of a child that makes me want to protect you even though you’re the strongest person I know. I’m in love with everything that has to do with you.

—  E.M.S {Everything you fell in love with}
I wanted to believe that I would get better, that things would get better. But now it seems like my heart is always hurting, my head is underwater.
—  I just want to breathe again
I hope my name burns marks on your tongue,
and every time you say my name,
your evil soul gets tattooed,
like needles hammering away at your heart.
—  charleigh aleyna

There’s something so different about him…
Most make me anxious, nervous, and unsure.

He makes me feel safe.

I want to crawl into his arms and feel his warm hand on the small of my back, tracing circles over and over.

I want to thread my fingers through his hair and sigh into his ear, content and happy.

—  Safe
I never quite understood why girls would cry over their broken hearts, or whine about how much ‘he loved her’ or spend their days constantly thinking of him. But then I fell, I fell hard. And it all became so clear: the late nights, endless tears, the constant babbling. It suddenly made perfect sense.
—  Classy
I do not like this sad state of mind.

I do not like being presented with such nice things, such nice people, such nice opportunities and not be able to appreciate them just because somehow I always feel that something’s missing. I don’t want to keep thinking about what I’ve been missing when I already have an awfully nice lot. I have been living better than half of the world, never starved nor beaten nor bruised. And yet I am sad. I do not want to be but I am. Because I’ve been given the things I need to live but I’ve been missing the things I need to feel alive.
—  Me (JNH). Live, Love, Enjoy. Simple.

to the quiet ones
who are afraid
of the sound
of their voices:
write
and your words
will scream from the page


(and you will be heard).

—  to the quiet ones by shelby leigh