A Note to Self.

I’m not dumb, but you make me feel that way.

What I feel isn’t invalid, but you make it seem that way.

You don’t own heartbreak, or broken families.

But you don’t give people an inch.

I’ve never met anyone so unwilling to allow people into their experiences, so unwilling to let people love them.

And it breaks my heart, because there’s a few ways this way could turn out, and if you keep pushing the people away, they’re going to stay away, I promise.

Just because you’ll stay somewhere when you’re hurt doesn’t mean it’s wise, or good.

It’s not a virtue to subject yourself to pain.

Don’t martyr yourself to anything less than Christ. People just don’t deserve it.

(Source: thenowbook)

totheblock:

Favorite, still.

(Source: thingsmakemehappy)

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boniverotica:

I asked Bon Iver to describe a perfect day. ‘We spend the morning picking wildflowers in the field near the one-room schoolhouse. When the sun is high, we find a shade tree, spread out our Navajo blanket, and share a salad of organic arugula and some rosemary bread I baked. You wear a picture hat and a linen romper. I bring my banjo and play all your favorite Woody Guthrie songs. In the evening, we smoke hand-rolled cigarettes and drink whiskey from a jam jar. When the whiskey’s gone and we’ve smoked our last cigarette, we make love on the back porch with only the light of the fireflies to see each other by.’

(Source: -andrews)

arsestpulcher:

::: indulging my obsession with whales :::

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misswallflower:

#all of them would what are you talking about #all of them

(Source: imsirius)