I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
Warsan Shire (via poetree-house)



Anxiety & Helping Someone Cope. 
I didn’t want to make it overwhelming or too long remember, so I kept it to the main points that benefit me greatly when I’m experiencing an attack.
40 million of Americans alone suffer with anxiety; it’s a horrid feeling when you know someone just wants to help you but you cannot even construct a simple sentence at the time, so please share this in hope that it benefits even just 1 person. Muchos love. 

recovery/mental-health/advice blog


for a year, i had not
touched skin to salt
water, had not surrendered
to the ebb of the tide,
skirt lifted around my thighs,
face turned to the sky
feet numb with the Atlantic chill
that burrows deep into bone and sinew,
that turns marrow and blood to ice.

i came with a year’s worth
of turbulence still shuddering
in my chest, a year’s hurts
and worries nesting behind
my knees, between my toes,
in the hollows of my hips and
the knots of my curls.
as i stood in the surf,
waves clawing at my knees
and dragging at my feet,
heartache seeping
from my pores
my soul shook itself clean.

after drowning in a landlocked year,
i went to the ocean to breathe.

the cure for all things | n.m.h. (via cellolo)