You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.
— T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via thesoutherly)
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3:30 pm • 27 September 2014 • 19,727 notes
I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door
— Unknown (via thesoutherly)
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9:29 pm • 26 September 2014 • 54,082 notes
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can’t believe it
You were always singing along
11:32 pm • 29 August 2014 • 6,307 notes
I can’t believe that your actually gone. You had so much talent and I hope you’re in a better place now. You and your beautiful art will be missed.
Art by Trevelyn Campbell
11:42 pm • 23 August 2014 • 2 notes
i wanna go for walks in the middle of the night but i also dont want to die ya feel
just girly things
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11:13 pm • 23 August 2014 • 181,732 notes
when you’ve just finished an 8 hr shoot and Simons calls you about some appearance
11:34 pm • 16 August 2014 • 155,467 notes