Humie

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."
- Washington Irving (via ruineshumaines)

A Poem 

weepmythoughts:

Metal glass are my eyes. They melt when the heat is too hot, but I can still see. Outside is the inside of my world. In death I shall steal the rose of beauty and the pain of stealing such a flower I will not know. I see the wind that follows the water and the sun that envy both. I want to drink the rain falling upon your grave. I long to press my face against your heart. I trade my life for pain.

When someone you don’t like talks to you:  

takemyhandandwewillgohigher: