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“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

– Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via hplyrikz)

“You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.”

– (via dignitea)

  • hey are you okay?
    somebody:
  • fine, why do you ask?
    me, beating my repressed memories back with a stick:
asapwife:
“asapwife
”

asapwife:

asapwife

highmami:
“IG - queeneirual
”

highmami:

IG - queeneirual

highmami:
“IG - queeneirual
”

highmami:

IG - queeneirual

soundsof71:
“Bruce Springsteen, 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible, by Eric Meola
”

soundsof71:

Bruce Springsteen, 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible, by Eric Meola

asapwife:
“asapwife
”

asapwife:

asapwife

“I’ve never been good. Most people, rightly so, flinch away from the glass breaking under their fingertips. I’ve learned to clench my fists around each shard, sigh, and accept ruined palms.”

on understanding the difference |  a.j (via poseidonly)

thotess:
“that-supreme-bitch:
“moodsattitudes
”
IG: beckiecp
”

thotess:

that-supreme-bitch:

moodsattitudes

IG: beckiecp