Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I‘ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting.
— Sarah Ockler, Fixing Delilah
(via weltenwellen)

A lesson in forgetting:

the past always heals faster

when you’re not looking.
The way we try and hold

onto memories like they are more

than water. The way we look

into the pools of our past

searching for minnows,
searching for fish.
A lesson in remembering:

the water is always smoother

in retrospect. Where are the waves?
Where are the currents?
The way in which we tell ourselves
we could do it again. Dive in again.

Make it out alive.

Last night,
your voice touched me in my sleep;

I woke up thinking about waterfalls.

— Kelsey Danielle, “A Lesson in Forgetting” (via weltenwellen)

(Source: pigmenting)

body5000:

im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.