Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best.
|—||Nicole Williams (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
A home holds hearts among traced lines, over shoulders looking behind and of a kiss that describes worlds never met
We protect illusions among structured dwellings, bearing shadows cold and long over a time etched and furrowed brow, a pause to consider regrets yet they are thoughts for times yet passed
If everything is a test, then when is the graduation?
He makes my heart ache in joy.