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nos sanguinem Agni vincitur

Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.

Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds. —Ramna Safeer, Instructions For Him (via larmoyante)
The biggest lesson I’ve learned is, “It’s okay.” It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s okay to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on. — Hayley Williams (via crossingcolors)
I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin. —Azra. T, Braile (via aurelle)
Your heart races
with the pressure of everyone
in the room
finding a slow-dance partner,
but you.
I say tap in.
Tap the shoulder.
Love is yours.
Make the first move.
Lose the ones who stepped on your shoes.
Love is yours.
Love is yours.
Love is yours.
Let it be it’s horrible self.
Learn it.
Love is yours.
This church is fully armed. Return to it with devotion.
Your spirit is a ready gun, loading yourself, only fired into the worthy.
Rise above the grief-bait and sugars of sorrow.
Spin, searing gold from your copper noise.
You are better than the demons
whispering in your cheeks.
The floors of self-doubt are weak.
Do not fall where the heavy have fallen.
Lift us
into your belief,
let it BLAST.
Let it be a blood-bath,
with your innards on the floor.
No apologies.
Welcome yourself back to ugly.
Glory.
You.
And we welcome you. —Derrick C. Brown (via the-vicious)

this remains one of the most important poems ever written.

(via hollowtowers)

yewglow:

randomlittlespark:

jesusinc:

"nerd" and"loser" were like hard hitting insults in the early 2000’s and now they are used as affectionate terms we have truly come full circle

Sorry, but no, we did a 180. A full circle would mean we went back to them as insults

nerd