Shatter Me Source

I feel us shatter together. Destroyed restored all at once.

“i want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. the one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. i want to be that kind of friend. the one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. i want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body. i want to know where to touch you, i want to know how to touch you. i want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. yes, i do want to be your friend. i want to be your best friend in the entire world.”

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

“No.” I stare out the window. The view is so bleak. So cold. Covered in ice and snow. “There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t already wrong with me,” I say quietly. “And if I were smart I’d first figure out how to fix myself.”

i love that the girl who blushes so easily in my arms is the same one who would kill a man for hurting me.

And I realize then, in a moment that terrifies me, that I want this, forever. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to build a future with her. I want to grow old with her.I want to marry her.

It’s a heavy, unbelievable kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,” and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.

For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind. But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.

@hazelestelle asked: warnette or darklina

mass chaos is in my future and I’m leaving my gloves behind

“Ignite, my love. Ignite.”

men are always so baffled by women’s clothing. So many opinions about a body that does not belong to them. Cover up, don’t cover up - no one can seem to decide.

—the life I choose to forget has not will never ever forget me.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a friend of mine,” he says. “Have you seen her? She’s a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-” “Shut up, Kenji!” “Oh wait!” he says. “It is you.”

i would rather be dead, than go back to being silent and suffocated.