When I die return me to the soil from whence I came. Let me be fed upon by the same birds that fly in the sunsets that lovers unfurl beneath. Let me be returned to the earth that has the capability of generating the love I am unable to freely give.

Real talk

boredandmoist:

This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

(via lustingmoon)

rihardgansey:

I might not be the coolest, smartest or prettiest but for sure I’m the sleepiest.

(via observantknowtion)

meanwhilepoetry:

The meat suit before you that you see,

the thing that people thinks makes me, me

is currently being run by a thing that isn’t me

instead it is being controlled by a creature called anxiety.

Nikita Gill, Human Out Of Order

borderlinefae:

Me: I want to get better
Also me: I want to get worse

Me in the most literal nutshell

(Source: aninnerconflict)