Eda | New York City | Eighteen
Your woodpecker heart
is knocking at the
wrong trees again,
and you don’t have anywhere to put
the destruction in you.
I don’t know what knocked
it out of you this time,
but I do know that you’re
more than a home
that couldn’t survive the storm.
And you’re more than
the wind that caused it
in the first place.
by Y.Z, reconstruction and reinvention (via rustyvoices)
It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
by July 7th (via la-m0rt)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
by J. D. Salinger (via bl-ossomed)


Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
Her (2013)

still need to see this

Moment of bravery at the vet
The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.
by Mark Twain (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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As we work to create light for others, we naturally light our own way.
by Mary Anne Radmacher (via purplebuddhaproject)