psych-facts
The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.
Daniell Koepke (via psych-facts)
con-ceal
And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
lntroduction (via timid)
all--0ur--bruised--b0dies

After getting my heart broken the first time, I never thought I’d fall in love again. I built walls up around my heart, made them from concrete and put iron bars around those walls.

But when he leant his forehead on my shoulder, sighing about life, he began to rust the iron and crack the concrete. All I did was awkwardly pat his head because I couldn’t do anything more at that stage but god I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him forever.

Weeks later his kiss would completely rust the iron, and his touch and his words would smash the concrete into a thousand pieces. It was like I was in a castle that was under attack. But I wasn’t scared.

I wasn’t scared until months later when he reminded me why I put those walls up in the first place.

My Heart was a Castle and He Treated it like a Straw Hut (via mutilatedmemories)
all--0ur--bruised--b0dies

It’s 4 in the morning and I love you more now than I did back in November
I remember the redness of your skin when I dug my nails into your back
and the way you ran your fingertips up my thigh as you whispered “you’re the one”

please tell me how am I supposed to be okay after we promised to love each other forever
I should’ve known, nothing good ever lasts.
I learned that the hard way,
that late night call was the last time I heard your voice

found this in my notes from three months ago and I felt like sharing. everyone goes through heartbreak but you’ll be okay, I’m okay. (By exames)
magicul

thylaed:

shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes