Mirror

rudyfrancisco:

There was a time in my life

when I couldn’t tell the difference

between a mirror and a window.

I could stand in front of either

and see everything,

but myself.

-Rudy Francisco

You cracked hourglass, with sand spilling from behind your ribs: you wasted my time.

'Scars', Rudy Francisco. (via habitualhealing)

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When the voice inside your head tells you that you are weak, say no. You are not. You are not weak. Because some parts of you are made of metal and metal is malleable, which is to say, you can bend and dent, but you will never break. When somebody tells you that you’re a disappointment, remember that you are somebody else’s hope, always. You are hope, always. When all this time, you’ve existed for the purpose of becoming invisible, teach yourself the opposite. Your hands are made to touch, so touch. Hold. Teach your voice to say things other than words that make you feel small, because you are the opposite of small.

I’m drowning here and you’re describing the water

as good as it gets (via kaoleh)

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I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get.

Maria Joana (via barbieandken)

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There’s like a million different ways to say “I love you.”

'Put your seat belt on.'
‘Watch your step.’
‘Get some rest.’


…you just gotta listen.

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

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