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retinueofintellectuals:

Tobin looking like some kind of parka monster, Abby with a hilarious grin, and Pinoe just being Pinoe. 

unlovde:

I want you to love every bump, scar, and imperfection on my body. I want you to love my naked mind and my vulnerable self at 5am while crying over the side of the bed thinking of all the bad things I have ever done. I want you to kiss me and tell me it will be okay, even if it won’t. I need you to be with me, I need you to love me at every moment I am broken.

(via hashtagyeahyeah)


Artist: Pink Floyd
Track: High Hopes
    Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

queersins:

is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”? 

(Source: androgynistic, via accio-cosima)

    I asked an old man: “Which is more important? To love or to be loved?” The old man replied: “Which is more important to a bird? The left wing or the right wing?