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wow when you think it’s ok and you’re better, life slaps you in a face with a bag of dildos

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I need someone to guide a young witch like me please

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It is true that you lose a part of yourself when you try to forget someone. It's because that person has become a part of you and you a part of them. There's something in you, now that'll always have a part of that person. Maybe a small mannerism, maybe something they say comes into your own vocabulary; but, nevertheless at the end of the day, the truth is, you need to be able to lose a part of yourself to be able to lose someone else. To forget is to lose a part of who you are.

Janella Elaine Domingo

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me on the outside vs. me on the inside

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(jokes, i’m pretty on the inside too).

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To someone who always seems to be out of reach, 

This is what I think when I think about you thinking about me. I think you feel the same way I do for you. I know that I can be flaky. Actually, downright irresponsible. I know you hate that about me. I know you hate the fact that you also don’t hate it very much. I know that the only reason you avoid me is because you wouldn’t be able to if you really accepted the way you feel about me. I know because I feel the same thing. I told you I never forgot you. I don’t think I ever will no matter how much I rack my brains around. It feels like you’re a part of my muscle memory. My heart just knows how to pump to the beat of you. My brain just knows how to think about you. It’s hard to stop something you grow so accustomed to. I wanted to know you before it was possible. I knew it before I ever really knew. I feel it even though it’s just dream. Forever a dream. Forever out of reach. I wish you talked to me. I can’t kill what’s left of me for you. It’s not gonna kill you to reach out to me.

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Institute

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cafe 1

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you can really tell when people lose that spark for you

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Living in a country with four seasons, it amazes me how trees can be so baren. So dead. Seemingly so lifeless and as though it will never be the same again. Winters feel so permanent then spring comes and with it, life once again.The seasons force you to feel time elapse. It’s a daunting and beautiful feeling. It’s the feeling of growth. Of knowing that you have overcome your past trials. You have become stronger. Every season that passes adds to the strength of your roots and you will never feel more alive than after you have faced a trial as chilling as the dead of winter. -J.D.

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The life that light brings.

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by Libby Vanderploeg

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