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when he steals your innocence and decides to leave you for the
high-breasted cheerleader the following week, do not chase after him. do not kiss him with a plea under your tongue. do not tell him you love him with an ocean of apologies behind your eyelids. suns will rise without him and you won’t smile today, or the day after, or the one after that, but you will meet a man who traces constellations over your stretch marks and kisses the loneliness from your collarbones
13 things you shouldn’t do via (najmaidil)

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Writers naturally Love each other.
We understand emphatically where it all stems from.
Although, actual relationships rarely last.

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I write to feel everything a second time, in a sad little attempt to find clarity in a memory, I write.

But somewhere in between all the chaos,I lost the will to write, to relive.
To remember.
Someone tell me how to unleash
The bands of silence around my mind.

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“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”
― Audre Lorde

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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Anna Peters (via floralnymph)

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