Foolish Fragile Spine

Few things in life are more important than thinking for yourself.
Ocean baby. Animal/dog lover. Poetry. Heart patient. Outdoors. Incense/candles. Terrible/alluring thoughts. Creativity. The importance of souls.

mildew:

well this is my cottage in maine and we don’t have running water and as you can tell its a bit secluded but it’s wonderful so i thought i would share it with you.

(via gnostic-forest)

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

—   Kait Rokowski (via writingsforwinter)

(via cellodore)

blackfemalepresident:

you deserve to be in a relationship with a person who doesnt make you compete for their affection and never has you guessing where you stand with them

(via eloqucet)

“I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate.”

—   An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via honeyitsalright)

“My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”

—   Laurell K. Hamilton (via poesietanz)

(Source: makelovetothemoon, via gnostic-forest)

thebatwiggler:

if i ever catch my professor’s eyes while they lecture, I always end up nodding at them, partly because i want them to think im listening and partly because I feel that they need the confidence boost

(via gnostic-forest)

“She burned too bright for this world.”

—   Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights  (via sleepystoryteller)

(Source: observando, via gnostic-forest)

boys-and-suicide:

raksolnikov:

parenting tip: talk to your kids about mental illness. tell them they might have a hard time. tell them they can ask for therapy and medication. tell them they aren’t alone. tell them if your family has a history of mental illnesses and which ones. just fucking talk to your kids and be there for them.

This would push through so many barriers

(Source: dstoevsky, via gnostic-forest)