No matter your wreckage.
There will be someone to find you beautiful,
despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden
behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.
Someone will come to sing into these empty spaces.

Sarah Kay, Ghost Ship”, No Matter the Wreckage (via the-untranslatable)

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night

Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage (via emotional-algebra)

And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong, but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Sarah Kay, If I Should Have  A Daughter (via organixe)

Here and now, I have only these hands,
this mouth, this skin as wide as a shoreline,
this beehive between my ears, this buzz, this buzz.
You are the best thing I never planned.
This is the widest I can stretch my arms without
dropping things. This is the first time I don’t care
if I drop things. This is what dropping
things feels like. This is what happens when
the flowers wake up on morning and decide to
smell human: it confuses us, makes us
reach backwards into places that are sharp,
feel around for things we’ve dropped. I have
forgotten what I was looking for. It doesn’t
seem important. You brought me flowers.
You made the bed. This is the widest I can
stretch my arms. This is all I have right now.

Sarah Kay, “Here and Now” (via pniepple)

Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.

(via seabelle)