The wolf laughs at those who taunt it.
There is no
recipe
for happiness.
No amount of kisses,
farmer markets,
cups of tea,
or core-shaking laughs
will fix you.
You have to save yourself.
You have to
fight
for that peace.
Michelle K., Recipe for Happiness. (via michellekpoems)
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via wordsnquotes)
I’m doing my best
To be okay
But it doesn’t always work.
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
When you start seeing your worth, you’ll find it harder to stay around people who don’t.
(via versteur)
The hardest thing to do when you go back underwater, is talk about what the sky was like.
Iain Thomas (via splitterherzen)
She always loved the sea, but that never explained
why I saw shipwrecks in her smile. She was the type
of girl that slipped out of your fingers like sand,
especially when you tried to hold on too tight, she
didn’t like being too close. She’d crash into men like
the waves crashed into rocks, she thought she would
find herself in them but she never did. I told her she
already had something. I told her that the emotions
she held inside her were gifts to be written and given,
but instead she swallowed pills that took them away.
She asked me if I believed in heaven and I said yes,
and followed it with a don’t go without me. She shook
away the smile on her face and said one day she’d meet
me between the sea and the sun, I didn’t understand
what the hell she meant so I just said okay. It wasn’t
until the next day I called her in the morning and got no
answer, no answer, no answer.
The last time I caught a glimpse of her was when I set
her ashes free, between the sun and the sea. Where
she wanted to be.
i.c. // to the ones who lost
their best friend  (via delicatepoetry)