4rianagrande:

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

One day you will look at matches and lighters as tools to light candles on cakes for birthdays you didn’t expect to want to live to, instead of methods of self-destruction.

One day razors will be for shaving, or for sneering at when you participate in no-shave November. Knives will be for chopping up cheese when you get midnight cravings. Scissors will be used for wrapping paper to wrap gifts.

One day numbers will be for mathematical equations, and food will be for enjoying.

Every day you spend in recovery is one day closer to that one day.

Don’t give up.

this is important (via definedbyhermisery)

Sometimes, I can feel my heart actually hurt, like my heart actually aches. That pain is worse then any physical pain I could ever endure.

1:02 am loneliness (via katee1415)

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sadjailbait)