Save Me From Me

Time stopped and immediately, everything became a painful reminder of what we had. It was painful just getting in and out of bed, because the morning sunlight reminded me of the glow in your fucking eyes and at night, when I lay down on the right side of the bed I expected the left side to dip and your body warmth to radiate, your arms to wrap around me and our bodies, our hands and feet, our lips, to wrap and twine into each other. Like vines on a fence, like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

—C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via cavum)

(Source: larmoyante, via eletheowl)

ODESZA

—Say My Name (ft. Zyra)

ODESZA / Say My Name (ft. Zyra)

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I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.

—Unknown (via perfect)

(Source: stayygone, via 03fourteen)

I can’t believe I’ve said it out loud. The truth doesn’t set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don’t feel free. I feel like shit.

—Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca (via teenager90s)

(via rosesandsun)

How do you survive?

You just do.
There is no other choice,
no other viable options.

You throw yourself into it,
head first
and make a mess along the way.
Gain a few too many scars,
break some things,
mend others.

Eventually,
you find yourself with
a couple of friends
and a few precious tools.

You just have to.
You will.

Michelle K., How Do You Recover? pt. 7 (via michellekpoems)

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