I Love You, Darling.

I Love You, Darling.

"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
blissbeau:

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

This hit me like a fucking train


Why did I let this happen?
270293:

270293:

i reblog this every week, because every week it’s still relevant to my heart

wow. my previous comment is still there. i look forward to putting my own writing on my blog on thursdays, just incase she ever has a doubt
fuckyeahtattoos:

Tattoo Artist: Renan Cavalcante
Shop: Port City Tattoo, Long Beach, CA

9.29.13 
This was the day of one of my major panic attacks. Actually, it was the day that I decided I was done giving in to my anxiety and my depression. It was shortly after this time that I started my journey of therapy. I got this tattoo back in March as a reminder that I will always have my anxiety and depression but I am also my true self now and can manage them. Life is a journey, it has its up and downs, it’s back and forth but this date will forever be a reminder of how far I’ve come and where I’m going.
"I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been thought about, born in God’s thought, and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, and most precious thing in all thinking."
C.S. Lewis (via loveiseccentricandsoami)

elation-success:

mydogsnokes:

i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake

this is the realist shit on this website

"outside the rain is pouring and each drop is whispering to me how lovely you are. it rolls down the roof and seeps into the soil, creating a song all of it’s own in the darkness as it falls onto the pavement. my room is dim except for the streetlight peaking through the window over my desk. all the little moments happening to create this moment right now are individually necessary and beautiful. you are rain falling. you are shadows on my bedroom walls. you are subtle light. you are so many things. but all you are allowing yourself to focus on is the dirt beneath the grass, the leaking in the shingles. but i’m lying in my bed staring at the ceiling and all i can think about is how lovely it is to fall asleep to the sound of rain. you are many things, all necessary, all beautiful. and i see it. one day you will, too."
madisen kuhn, a text message to a friend who doesn’t realize their worth (via praises)

love is other-person focused. it humbles us to wash the feet of and lay our lives down for our enemies. this kind of love is radical and defines us as His // john 13.
time-lord-ramnikul:

knitmeapony:

demonhamster:

despotic:

suicidemydarling:

gigantorthemooseking:

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
sextattoosdrugs:

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