catbarks:

“How to kill someone; Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again, See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.”

— (via bl-ossomed)

(via catbarks)

actuates:

“A woman can be beautiful, with skin soft like cotton candy, or rough like a battle zone, with armor and gold. A woman can be beautiful, with words sweet like rich chocolate, or raw like dripping honey. A woman can be beautiful, with her body swelling and dipping like the ocean, or smooth and still like a frozen pond. A woman can be beautiful, in any way, in any form because a woman’s radiance is beauty. And there is no greater radiance than a woman who has finally learned self love.”

— self love. radiance. |(morsus engel)|
(via morsusengel)

(via actuates)

And now it goes down the drain.

You called me words which pierced through my heart.

Making me want to Pierce them in the veins of my arms

Nothing is fucking perfect,

I don’t know my worth which I’d never known anyway yet,

Come and play me and I’ll beg for you to stay and cry to a bad headache

You don’t know what it gives me, a heartache.

You say I’m not good enough for you

I assume I didn’t do anything wrong to you

It kills me to even think about what would’ve happened if anybody else had done this to me,

I would’ve cut his neck to shreds and it wouldn’t fucking matter to me.

My mother always said always give your 99% to people

Save 1% for yourself, you’d need it when you’re alone.

Now I understand the value of that 1%

I don’t love myself

I don’t trust myself

I find myself ugly

It makes me go mad

I was never good enough

You always deserved more beautiful

After all, wise men run after beauty.

4am thoughts

actuates:

“petunias blossom from the most tender parts of my ankles, i’ve become an écorché, wistfully shedding skin at the hands of renewal and rebirth. my fingers bury themselves into the soil, winding themselves into a temporary home. if once my body responded with ebullience at the notion of new skin, it now only sighs in acquiescence. time ticks away tirelessly as i unravel, the world looking on- mellifluously murmuring my name, tentatively tugging at my toes- bubbling with calamities more turbulent than the skies i once wished to call home. the vessels of my body curl into place in a gentle effleurage, the freshly birthed skin piecing together- fervently promising me better days and perpetual joy. so for a moment i believe, for a moment i pretend as if i will not shed myself another day. for a moment i play as if i have found a new home. petunias blossom from the most tender parts of my ankles. i cross my fingers in hopes that i soon find the liberation i seek. if not today- maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, tomorrow.”

— monday morning |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)

(via actuates)

poetbychoice:

I look at you,

And I feel love.

I look at you,

And I know I’m good enough.

I look at you,

And I wonder how did I get so lucky.

I look at you,

And suddenly I know what perfect is.

I got you