Do you know what? I am scared. Im scared of what’s going to happen to me and if I’ll ever be the same. I’m scared about my future and In fact our future… Will you still love me if I’m that broken.. I don’t know. But I think I’m keeping quite a cool head about this. I haven’t made any slip ups as of yet. I’m just trying to stay happy. Happiness is a choice but it’s a fucking hard one to keep hold of.. Without a doubt you can decide to be happy, it takes a lot of work and a lot of faking it at first, but it does work and you can happy by choice.

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“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”

(via maybeicangrow)

this makes my heart hurt a bit

(via hotty-toddys-hotty)

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i think icarus died with the sun still clenched in his palms
and that the sound of his feathers flush with thin air
must have been like a rainstorm and funeral song
at the same time and i think he tasted his home
for a brief moment and maybe in the clouds
glanced the open arms of his mother

i think icarus splashed into that blood-dark ocean
and i think someone somewhere must have
mistaken that brightness
for a shooting star
and wished upon him

i think i have been in love with icarus
since the day i learned of someone
who was so kindred to me
he could sense death coming
and still rose up
in greeting.

sunchaser/ocean breaker/maybe a body always in danger /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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