— (via heartnothate)
≫ Saturday morning.
The Hand by Dark Dark Dark.
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— Unknown (via perfect)
I cried the day my mother was diagnosed with cancer, when a woman with a clip board sat me down and asked me on a scale of 1 to 10 how often I felt worthless, when he took his own life at 19, when they put their hands on me and did not stop, when I lost my way.
I did not cry the day he told me I was easy to forget, easy to replace. I’ll admit, for a minute there, it had me on my knees with the air knocked out of my lungs and my fists pressed so hard into my thighs I thought my bones would shatter. But you stand up again. You have to. And you breathe even though it’s like inhaling glass, and you uncurl your fists even though you can’t feel a thing.
You think of all those times you’ve felt real pain. All the times you’ve fought and begged for just a glimpse of that lighthouse in the dark, all the things you never said, all the things you’ve had to do all in the name of ‘experience’.
But can’t you see? The proof is in your survival. You were not put on this earth to be made to feel so incredibly inadequate. Your breath is not made to be wasted, your heart does not beat to be broken. Your body, your hands, your mind, your soul were meant for greater things than this, I promise you that. You will find what you need, when you’re supposed to.
So cry long and hard about what matters, and forget about the rest.”
— N.G ‘This is more honest than I’ve been in a long time.” (via darlingjustbehuman)
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— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via blackbruise)