My Edit {🌸}

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Ahhh it’s so pretty!!!

Normalise giving your friends forehead or even little mouth kisses.

Normalise stroking your friends’ hair.

Normalise sitting on laps.

Normalise cuddling up and spooning with friends to take naps.

Normalise ‘I love yous’

Normalise cooking for your friends when they are sick, or just because.

Normalise holding hands with friends for safety, comfort or just because the pressure is nice.

Normalise tight pressure hugs that last a little longer.

Normalise platonic affection

Concept: Love is not hard to accept. Your heart does not feel as though it is going to catch fire or escape from your rib cage every time someone shows you affection. Your bed does not feel too full with someone else in it, it feels right and when you wake up in the mornings in someone else’s arms it is not a net to trap you in, you are still just as free, but free in someone else’s company. Concept: The nights are quiet and, for once, it does not unsettle your mind. The darkness is a blanket to keep you warm and your thoughts don’t scream at you, they stop shrieking in fear that they can hear themselves. The nightmares stop. The pacing up and down an empty hall stops. You sleep through the night and your heart beats slower and slower and slower, and you finally dream like you did when you were a little girl Concept: You belong to yourself. Lonely is not a monster that only attacks when no one is around, it’s just a word. It’s just a word and you don’t mind knowing yourself better than anyone else. And, sometimes, you still ache but it doesn’t over take you. You don’t curl up in the bottom of the bathtub scalding water beating down on your skin just trying to get warm, a small fire burns inside you, completely self sufficient.

Concept || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

I think of it

so you don’t have to.

You forget—

because I remember.

You breathe easy

on the weight I carry.

I hate that,

and I hate that I hate it.

It shouldn’t be like this.

But it is.

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Don’t you dare pity her She traded a suffering soul for a throne of bones She exchanged watchful eyes for a court of her own The seasons of the earth depended on the very breath she took She had death wrapped around her fingers and spring at her beck and call and the ruler of the heavens tasked with finding her She turned the world upside down to find freedom The daughter of flowers escaped her prison made out of roots and thorns and became the queen of death and forged her new home out of shadows and power

Persephone was the real winner (via hope-for-happiness)

I am art 😈