Wild Hearts

My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.

—note to self (via kvtes)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via kvtes)

You are not responsible for the actions of those who hated themselves so much that they hurt you.

I opened the blinds.
I took a deep breath.
I reminded myself that I exist.
I let you go.

It was a routine morning.

—It was a routine mourning. (via christopherevan)

(via loveyourchaos)