jupiter-suggestion:

these feelings need to come out. like lancing a boil, like drawing venom from a wound, these words spill like poison from deep within the chest. get it out, get it all out; it’s ugly and it’s gross and you can’t keep it inside anymore, you sick, sick thing. it all needs to come out. then you can heal. then you can regrow your heart.

(via linguisticparadox)

honeytuesday:

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn’t the world feel so bright to you then? i’ll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i’ll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze–it’ll be the kindest touch you’ve had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i’m the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

(via norrington-hell)