It’s that time of year
as a writer, if someone falls in love with my work, i know they have fallen in love with my mind. having no idea what my face looks like, they chose my mind. art may be the only space a woman can be whole without being seen.nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
we shouldn’t be afraid
Sometimes we take on more than we should and once we become tied to another world, we forget what really matters. I’ll reel in your apologies, but you don’t see that it’s making me numb. It’s a circle of madness, and I’ve become worn out. You put yourself behind a wall, but thank you for those sparse words I had to chance to hear. I’ve found my answer.
You forget the small amount of time needed to say goodnight or ask me how my day was. You forget that you’re not the only one who has what feels like the world on his or her plate.
I feel closer to a stranger.
Ruzin, Slovakia (by Simon Waldram)
i can still feel the warmth of your hand radiating on my skin. you left an imprint on my back when you held me close. i can’t let you go.Madison Maheni (via beryl-azure)