"Crying is okay here.
Hold your mountains close and
your valleys closer, they say.
You don’t know how lucky you are, they say.
But not knowing is okay here.
Waiting is okay here, even if
all the clocks have stopped their ticking
and the mountains are turning to silt
that spins in the sky above the villages
before it sinks to the ocean bed
where the monsters lurk.
Sometimes, the church pew will
turn its back to you.
It is not your fault. Inside your mouth
is all the spirit you will ever need.
Inside your knees is all the forward
you are still waiting for.
One day, you will be sitting behind a desk
that still doesn’t feel like yours.
One day, your bones will break and
you will not feel a thing and the tears won’t come.
So cry while you can. Into your pillow,
into the soil, into the crook of your elbow.
The walls may be closing in but they are not falling.
You are getting older and older but
you have never been younger than this.
You are getting weaker and weaker
but you have never been stronger than this.
Crying is okay here. Tripping is okay here.
You, with your smeared lips and hours to go
before morning and no where to turn to
but back again, you are okay here.
Even if you aren’t."

Theory | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)
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Can there be a halo in my mouth?

yes. always. 

warning: it burns

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♥ 1310 — via iamnamelessgem (originally fakent)
Painting on my bedroom walls is my new favorite hobby.

Painting on my bedroom walls is my new favorite hobby.

# my art    # wings    # painting    # angels    

"Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many, they are few"

Percy Bysshe Shelley (via covethestargarden)