I almost died last year. I almost died when I learned everything and felt nothing. I learned to always pick up the pieces, because what they say isn’t true. What they say about broken bodies, scarred hearts, and wrinkled souls is all bullshit. Pick up the pieces and feel the wind on your face as you walk away from your old self burning in the distance behind you. She was weak, she didn’t know how to love. She didn’t know what it was to let go. Sometimes it takes a hurricane, ripping everyone you love away to know the sweetness that lies within the warmth of their bodies when they come back to you. Welcome them home when they come back, and smile, darling. Smile for what’s to come.
Holy fucking shit(via br0kenn-angel)