(via loveyourchaos)
I’ll tell you the truth if you ask, if you want to know.
There will be a day when I tell you everything. You will no longer have to wonder where the shadow that hides behind my sometimes quiet eyes is from. You will come to know what haunts me in the darkness and sometimes in the light. Every quivering moment, every soft-spoken word, will come together in your mind, and the dawning of realization will break upon your face.
But the words, they are not easy. And because I can barely whisper them aloud to myself, you have to wait until I can speak them with a mostly steady voice.
Sharing demons is hard. But I’ll do it for you.
Because you did it for me.
You refuse to look anyone in the eye, you mumble words so I can’t make out the meaning. You wonder if I see your hands shaking as they play with the cuffs on your shirt.
You don’t understand. I’ve been you.
Praying to yourself “Don’t look at me.” Repeating words and mantras in your head that will never find their way out. So much you want to tell, but it dissipates on the tip of your tongue. Your hands want to reach out for help, but they get lost on the way.
What you need is something who can help you bridge that gap.
That’s why you need me. I’ve been you. Who could know how to cross it better than someone who found their own way across?
I’m coming for you. Just hold on a little longer
(Source: misswallflower)
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(Source: ergo-it-was-a-non-sequitur, via loveyourchaos)
(Source: anditslove)
Maybe the most important thing we can do is to remember to live.
Maybe the most important thing we can learn is how to let go.
Maybe it’s time.
Let go.
(Source: jungleferret)
(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales, via diamondsandoaks)
Listen.
Are you listening?
The night is so still you can hear the sound of silence. But the silence isn’t empty. It’s so full it cannot begin to describe itself. In that darkness are lonely girls missing boys who don’t deserve them. In that darkness are children wondering what they did wrong, and parents who wonder how they’ll feed their children tomorrow.
There’s a cat left outside, curled under a doorway, hoping it won’t freeze. There’s a man laying on a bench, a shopping cart his only friend.
A runaway tells himself that the cold means nothing, and is better off than he was before. A college student stares out a window, begging the future to startnow, and not to make her wait.
These thoughts all gather in the night, whisper amongst themselves, asking each other to help.
But they can’t. No matter how they want to. And the silence is their shame.
