Even attempting recovery is showing strength.
(Source: mhconsumer-blog, via internal-acceptance-movement)
In the dark sometimes my own dark is darker.
Inside some of the men I’ve lived in are houses
I want to tear down. Not like dismantling the patriarchy,
but more like dismantling my own misguided ideas
that they’d treat me better than all the other men
who I thought would treat me better.
Because my favorite idea of tomorrow is
not making it to tomorrow.
Because the one thing that makes me hate myself the most
is the fact that I still hate myself.
Because rivers don’t always save the people
that drown in them. Because some people
don’t even save the people that drown in other people.
Because rivers are just an excuse for oceans.
Because some crows tear out dead rabbits’ eyes.
Because I want to remove something in myself too
but can never quite figure out what it is.
“I’m usually the one who’s not to be trusted because I’m never quite sure. They say when you know, you know. I’ve never known. When you continue in things even though you don’t know, that doesn’t exactly make you trustworthy. I’ve had disappointments in relationships that I was really hopeful about, but never because the person was dishonest—maybe not entirely himself yet.”
“live fast, die young. bad girls do it well” I sing as I organize my sock drawer before going to bed at 9:30pm on a Friday night
(Source: jemmasimmons, via katiegolucky)
I’m crying.
LMAOOOOOOOOO the screaming in the beginning
“mr. owl”
“oh jesus christ”
“please don’t give me that look”
“please don’t fly”
DYING omgThat owl is 30000000% done
every time this video graces me with its presence i feel obliged to reblog it
This gives me great joy
(Source: becausebirds, via untuckedqueens)
