I hate getting ready just to sit home:(
(Source: incenses)
Sand by Chertkova Svetlana
(Source: weheartit.com)
i feel like i never know of anything to do
or have anyone that wants to hang out with me
i cant have my car out past 11 so summer is really going to fuckin blow!
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
― Ellen Bass
(Source: glamourus-enchantment)
(Source: dying-is-easier-than-surviving)
Every sky is blue
But not for me and you
