Always Yours.

alexandrassnapshots:

I deeply regret my La Dispute tattoo and I can’t wait to get it covered up or altered. I was young and dumb and thought that band meant something to me but now I barely listen to them. Words of Wisdom guys and gals, never get a band tattoo unless you are absolutely 100%sure.

Leslie Knope got her dream job, had kids, and is basically running the world on JJ’s waffles and friendship. What more do you want, Academy? I suppose if Pawnee had an emotionally unavailable nerd in a Flash t-shirt, it could finally get the respect it deserves.

xxbecause-i-canxx asked: Because when I was 17 and wanted to stay out past 10 pm, my dads reasoning for saying no shouldn't have been "because you're a girl"

Van Nguyen

—Dear Marie

expresswithsilence:

Dear Marie 

Dear Marie, 
This poem is part letter, part lullaby.
We will spend sleepless nights bleeding
until we are cold as spring rain.
We will rust in our own thoughts like drowning metal.

This ink is the blood of my depression. 
Some nights tears are the best sedative 
and ink is the best liquor. 

Some nights, you will be so cold
that breathing will shatter your lungs.

He left a fault line on your heart
the night he left, now every 
heartbeat is its own earthquake.
This is an aftershock.

Eyelids falling down like thin tree
trunks in a hurricane.
Thoughts flowing like river rapids.
Heavy limbs that tell you to go to sleep.
Depression is a flood.
Insomnia is a terrible automatic coping mechanism.

We stay in storm shelters even when it’s sunny out
because we’re afraid of drowning, but
we’re more scared of being burned by warmth.

Dear Marie,
Sleep in your bookshelf tonight 
after a trip down to the beach.
Scream so loud that it wakes
your happiness up from its hibernation.
Let me hear you across an ocean 
and across a nation.

Scream hard and shake the dust
from your vocal chords.
In case no one has told you yet,
you are allowed to hurt.

Speak so loud it silences your thoughts.

(via expresswithsilence)