The week you died, I didn’t know silence could be so loud. He practiced telling himself that okay was a thing he needed to be while I tried to make him see that sometimes falling apart takes more courage than putting yourself back together.
“I almost thanked you for teaching me something about survival back there, but then I remembered that the ocean never handed me the gift of swimming. I gave it to myself.”—Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via forlornes)
“Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.”—(via bl-ossomed)
“Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.”—Osho (via wanderess-nomad)