One of the worst moments of my life
(and I’ve had quite a few)
started and ended within the matter of seconds.
I left the shower that I had let singe me with water that was way too hot,
and was on the short walk to my room.
I didn’t cover up my shoulders like I normally would.
(I don’t know if I…
you aren’t delicate
you aren’t romantically sad
or poetically broken
you are just a sick little girl
with your head in the toilet
and scratches on your wrists
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again. Finn Butler (via perfect)