“You have the answer. Just get quiet enough to hear it.”

“I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
Was there in someone
That dug long ago
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know”

To the man whose ice cold eyes stole the light from my own,

I never heard your voice yet somehow you found the mute button on mine.
Your hand conducted an orchestra and for the evening’s performance my body was the soloist.

You hastily arranged a melody that caused strings to snap, bridges to break, innocence to be lost, beauty to be shattered and a voice to be hushed.

To the man whose ice cold eyes stole the light from my own,

Your glare stole the show and with it a piece of my soul.

To the man whose ice cold eyes stole the light from my own,

This here is my swan song. You will find no encore in between my thighs. I will be conducting the rest of my symphony.

My body.
My music.

The girl who never asked for your accompaniment.



I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?



Skin patches? Birthmarks?


hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?



Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?


heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?



Small? Thin?



Missing a few pieces?


handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?


you’re fantastic looking~

I will never stop reblogging this

(via your-lifeyour-choice)

“Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.”
“wounds can create monsters in you”
— s.r.
“Forgive those who have hurt you, for they are hurting too. Let grudges go, and instead replace them with a recognition of humanity, in all its messiness, and fuckedupness, and beauty. No one strives to hurt you, not many people at least. Wish love instead. Feel empathy for the pain some people must be in to behave the way they once did, or still do. Don’t “kill them with kindness.” Set them free by freeing yourself. Choose love.”
— r.m. drake