She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her have better dreams. And if she couldn’t sleep, she could just read them and be reminded of something so stunningly beautiful that her heart would swell and her bones would sigh and for just a second, the world would not seem like it was going to crush her.
Emily Brontë (via seabois)
People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
At a new beginning, I had to learn to love myself again. Reach deep into myself and draw out the hate. Strain off the rot. And Filter out the damage from within my marrow. Whatever it took to make me feel empty enough, so that I may re-fill myself with all the right things.
Niketa (via niketa-rae)