Hi everyone - I started a THG fandom blog, because I’m going to keep fnurfnur to more personal things - asks, mental illness discussions, stupid gifs that make me laugh… stuff like that. Plus I’ve been holding on to the greatest url ever and it’s time I used it.
Go follow dellycuntwright for lots of THG goodness. I’ll use that tumblr for all THG photos, gifs, fanfic stuff, discussions, etc. And fnurfnur for my regular stupid stuff.
When I pick a shirt
That will hide these
So-called love handles better
I think about how
We choose clothes to cover flesh
But in other countries far
Removed from our realm of experiences
People long for flesh to cover bone
—there are more important things (via wordsileftbehind)
I woke up this morning and I was
as soft and grey as the sky,
and pliant as the clouds but, God
I woke up and I breathed
and I lived.
—gratitude, cydney c. (via cydneywrites)
Deciding to be a counselor might have been the most foolish decision
I have ever made in my life because even when
People tell me they’ve fallen and scraped their knees,
My chest caves in.
I feel everything
But I want to hear it, I do
Not want to ever know that you have kept your pain
Inside a bottle until it is forced to explode
I want to know what is hurting you
Even if it hurts me; you matter.
You are the most important thing in my life.
You are everything,
What’s keeping you up at night?
There are times where I feel like I am just a waste of breath and
If you ever feel the same way
That every exhale keeps the trees on this planet alive.
As you breathe out your aching I realize that
I am not a wallflower,
I am the whole damn garden.
And when the world fills with smoke
I will root myself inside your lungs so
You will not choke on the air that grips your throat.
I can feel the squeeze,
I can feel the noose tightening.
I can feel everything,
I can feel everyone,
I can feel it everywhere.
—"I Am Not A Wallflower, I Am The Whole Damn Garden" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)
Anonymous asked: THANK YOU FOR EXISTING AND THRIVING AND LIVING AND INSPIRING
Thank you… What did I do?
If I give this feeling a name, will it be harder to let go of or easier to hate? I think I learned how to fly once, but I woke up with a broken leg. There was an entire summer when I searched for poisoned berries and convinced myself I was just keeping everyone else safe. The days only seem long when you are paying attention to where the sun is instead of what she is saying. Don’t you dare talk about this like you know anything about forgiveness. I saw the black drip from your mouth, and there were no galaxies this time. Every day, I wrap tape around these broken pencils and punch poems into paper that doesn’t belong to me. This is all I know about fighting. It is never about who hits the hardest, but whose blood stains the longest. Mine washed off months ago, and I can still see yours from here.
—Y.Z, a letter to the monsters (via rustyvoices)