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Peter’s not coming, darling.
You can latch the window and take the white ribbons from your hair,
stop sleeping with socks on and packing going-away bags.
Whispering the names of the lost boys will not hasten them to you.
Clapping your hands is no enchantment.
There is magic, though, in lining your eyes,
and spells to be cast in sharpening your tongue.
Come to me, darling, and I’ll show you how queens carry themselves.
I will teach you how to wrangle womanhood and tame it into a lapdog,
to recognize pirates without their hooks and rapier them with words,
to say no to heartless boys who need mothering
and make peace with stern princesses and jealous faeries.
I will help hide away childhood in the gilded cage of your ribs,
where it may blossom and thrive in the wildest part of you.
Here you will never grow old, never die.
Here is your Neverland, laced through your heart like corset strings,
tied up tight into a ribbon no span of years can unravel.
"To Growing Girls Who Dream of Neverland" by S.T. Gibson
(via sarahtaylorgibson)
Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

How do you resist those that you know are bad for you but they are all you can think about and all you hope for?

latenightcornerstore:

Sometimes you don’t. You’re only human, and sometimes you will make a mistake even though you know full well what you’re doing. There are some mistakes that we have to let ourselves make.

And there are others that we shouldn’t, because they will cause too much pain.

Someone doesn’t have to be a bad person to be bad for you. Don’t feel guilty for cutting someone out of your life if they’re hurting you. It doesn’t make them evil, it just makes them a wrong fit. There are other people who will come into your life who will love you with everything they have, and they will love you right.

Make room for those people.
Wait for them.

  • 14 years old:

    I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.

  • 17 years old:

    Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?

  • 21 years old:

    What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?

  • 33 years old:

    *sips coffee* One wrong move and this could all go down in flames. Jesus Christ.

Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.

Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)

I had to remove a toxic person from my life last year. It was really hard, and really painful, and that person totally doesn’t get why I had to do it, which makes it even worse.

Still, I’m so glad that I did, and I’m much happier without that person in my life.

(via wilwheaton)

The old woman on the corner stops me on my way to work.
She has eyes like fog lights in the middle of the rain
and smiles like someone with secrets.
The old woman knows me better than I do.
The old woman asks what I’m so afraid of.

Truth is, I tell her,
the storm that hung back all winter finally
rolled into the space beneath my ribs and I
am shouting thunderclaps from my mouth
just to stop the water level rising.

I say,
I’m still chasing a ghost and I will never be proud of that.

I know what you’re thinking, but
boys with the sky in their lungs are bad for you,
and I’ve been shotgunning ozone off his kisses so long,
I forgot how to breathe.

I say,
you can listen to your heart,
but you can’t lead with it.
And I think I’ve spent my whole life
with my heart out in front of me.

I tell her,
he was all pebbled clouds
and spoonfuls of starlight.
I tell her,
I loved him and I was so afraid.

She holds my hand so softly, and smiles
one step at a time
like a roadmap unfolding.
She says,
The fear is good, little lightningstorm,
The fear is good.

LITTLE LIGHTNINGSTORM, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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