Wildflower Amongst Roses
pronounce my name like a firework; undo me in a rainburst, unzip my cloud skin. i’ll pour onto your floor. hold me like earth, open up your hands to me, let me find all of your dandelion secrets and i’ll take their teeth out of your veins. we can make each other spring even in the winter.
r.i.d (via inkskinned)

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.  

You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.

(via aureat)

birdwithabrokenwyng:

gets an adrenaline rush from contributing to class discussion

Anxiety And Depression Together

clinicallydepressedpug:

Anxiety: *banging pots and pans together* GET UP! HURRY! DO IT! WE’RE IN DANGER! GET IT DONE NOW!

Depression: *lethargic* I hear you. I agree, but… I’m so tired, I wouldn’t even be able run away from danger if danger showed up because I didn’t do the thing that I didn’t do because I have no energy to do it.
Anxiety: *banging pots and pans together* GET UP! HURRY! PEOPLE WILL GET MAD AT US! DO IT NOW!
Depression: I don’t care. Let it happen. We deserve to be punished.
Anxiety: NOOOO! WORST IDEA EVER!

inside your head for hours at a time

How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.
Rupi Kaur, Milk & Honey
(via thelovejournals)