"I’ve felt this way before.
But now, I realize
there is no greater pain
than the frigid waves of sadness
washing over you again.

It starts in your heart,
encasing it in an armor of ice;
its coldness licking at your chest,
its numbness soaking your veins,
its frozen tendrils slowly reaching towards
fingers and toes.
Until, finally,
you are submerged in chilling darkness.

The reason why it must hurt
so much more this time
than last, is that;
before,
I didn’t know just how sweet
or warm
the shoreline’s breath could be."

"It’s hard to feel your body lose itself again,"   - Stephanie Mills (via life-is—for-living)

"I was 18 when I wrote that,” she reminds me. “That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realise no one takes someone from you if they don’t want to leave."

Taylor talking about Better Than Revenge (The Guardian, August 2014) (x)

 

(via alotonhermindandtogetoffherchest)

(Source: all-too-well)

classymike44:

The Parent Trap Dance.

pocket-ferret:

a moment of silence for all the little girls this halloween who had to be anna because their older sister wanted to be elsa