There Is No Spoon!

I am a lover, not a fighter. Unless you are someone I love, then I will fight for you, until the death.

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

Unknown  (via psych-facts)

(via jessewald)

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

—The New Woman,
Anais Nin (via onlylivinggirlinla)

(via psych-facts)

This heart
Might well be made of glass
Fractured
The shell of this man that once was. will be
The reality of what is really real yet false
The ebb and flow of this mind. my mind
My perception of what it is to be some times
To feel alone in a crowded room. without you near
The strength I fear. the love I crave
The breath of you that fills my lungs
Exhale that which gives me life 
This life
My life
My fragile state.

This heart
Might well be made of glass
Fractured
The shell of this man that once was. will be
The reality of what is really real yet false
The ebb and flow of this mind. my mind
My perception of what it is to be some times
To feel alone in a crowded room. without you near
The strength I fear. the love I crave
The breath of you that fills my lungs
Exhale that which gives me life
This life
My life
My fragile state.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

—Mother Teresa (via loneliness)