And I didn’t tell her not to cry. I didn’t tell her it’d be fine, I didn’t search for words to remedy the pains she kept inside, I just sat with her, decided it was better to be quiet while she tried to fight the silhouettes I see still clinging to her heart against the light. And that’s alright.

Levi The Poet

This is my favorite line of this poem. It contains so much truth and so much heart. 

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I know Levi personally and he is one of the realest guys ever. I’m always excited when I see his work circulating around.

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stayburned:

it seems that everyone i’m friends with is better friends with someone else and that really fucking sucks 

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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough. I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

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delta-breezes:

Arlena Armstrong
The saddest part isn’t what you did to me but what I would have done for you. D.V. (via halluzinogen)

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if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands

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I will never not reblog this

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