Wild Child
S P R E A D G O O D V I B E S.
And then, she finally understood.
She never needed him in the first place, not him, and not any other man.
There was no space that needed to be filled, no missing pieces someone else held.
Anyone she let in was meant to complement her.
She had always been full.
Maxwell Diawuoh, Full (via wnq-writers)

he had a fire
in his eyes
which could light up
the whole world

but he
burned my heart
to ashes instead

k.m (via fluohrine)
If my body is a temple, why not decorate the walls?
Go for it. Whether it ends good or bad, it was an experience.
stability:
“ *actively ignores thinking about my future*
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stability:

*actively ignores thinking about my future*

poems-and-words:
“Book of the day: I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak
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