real-demons:

valentina-poem:

No one has broken my heart as much as my mom

st-a-y:

I don’t think most people understand the urge to kill yourself every time you do something wrong

yesjustanotherbloggeruniverse:

The walls around her got taller.

Protecting her.

stay-close:

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You’d be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside — walking through their days with no idea who they are.

— Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

Sometimes =today

Blink back to let me Know turned 9 today!

♥♥♥

itseokjins:

(some) taejin stage interactions for @hobsgguk [x, x, x]​​

octavia-bblake:

[insp.]

carla-roson:

⎯ head, heart, both are you by Abby S.

rosiedaes:

— you didn’t tell; abby s

seabasstianstans:

it worked with you, after all by Abby S

blakecholls:

when your eyes find mine
all that darkness fades
like the tide being pulled back from the shore
as though gravity is reminding me
that as long as we are together
we can make it through

— hope is the thing you’ve gifted me with by Abby S