Look, you had a low day, okay?
It happens to everyone, and you’re allowed to scream into your pillow, and cry until your eyes decide to keep you awake for the remainder of the night, and trust in your loved ones to hold you as your weight shifts while you crumble.
You’re allowed to be sad, but don’t let that sorrow ruin all the progress you’ve made to get where you are now. Don’t destroy the one that attempted to destroy you, even if you have every capability of doing so. Revenge will leave a mark on your slate well after you’ve cleaned it, and your character will suffer more than you feel you’re suffering right now.
The moment when you realize everything hurts more than self-harm(via themirrorkills)
I’ll destroy myself so you won’t have to
This house is not a home
A house can be just a house
If the walls are empty
And the pantry filled with someone else’s food
The pictures on the wall hold no sentimental meaning
And you do not feel welcome hanging up your own
You crawl into sheets next to ghosts shaped like people
Exchanging conversations of meaningless small talk just to prove to yourself that you are not alone
But these ghosts shaped like people make your emptiness heavier
See alone does not always mean being by yourself
A house is just a house
When it’s nothing more than a place to sleep
See a house is not a home if you do not feel welcome
If you cannot open your heart and leave it spilling onto the floor without someone complaining about the mess
A home is stopping to ask if you are okay,
Saying I will add to the spill before we clean this up together
and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’nayyirah waheed (via seulray)
It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me a ‘whore’ and you jerk your chin and all you say is ‘no.’ It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat on your chest. You when we fight and turn everything to rubble. You when you put your mouth to my ear and whisper, ‘It’s you. It’s still you.’Azra.T “It’s still you, it’s still you - MA” (via seulray)