Get lost in a forest, not in a person.

I’m still working on letting go gently. I’m still not very good at keeping my tar-dipped hands off of porcelain skin. Work in progress, indeed.

Some people really are meant to come into your life and then leave it. Let them. Let go. Some people really are meant to come into your life and not stay. Hold onto those who do. Who are meant to. Who feel like they are meant to. You’ll know. You’ll know.

I’ve let too many people into the home of me. Too many people who have decorated and left it all after they were gone. When the last one left, I really looked around. And realized. There was nothing of me left. My home was longer my own.

If I loved you, I always will. If I stopped, I never did.

♡

i didn’t ask for an angel. and if you’ve fallen, then so have i.

I’m just a heartbeat looking for its next flutter of excitement and awe.

I’m my own house, my feet can find solid ground wherever I go.

I've had this book of poetry for a few days now. They belong to a new & dearly special friend, exsanguination of syllables. I shared a few of my favorites, but I, with no amount of words in this world worthy of the deserved praise, recommend checking them out. Also, please give her a follow.

I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 😭🥹🥺🤍

i like myself best with dirt under my nails, and wild in my lungs.