You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to. Unknown (via thesextape)

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Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst. Yara Bashraheel (via bl-ossomed)

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A curse said to be a gift,
a howl, a bite, a cry:
there are secrets in this town,
secrets that will change your life.

You were the damsel
in the forest,
cloaked, hood pulled up high.

Now, you are the monster
in the darkness,
claws sharp and prey nigh.

Both little red
and the big bad wolf
under the moon
that tells no lies:

you are human,
you are beast,
you are Dr Jekyll
and Mr Hyde.

How many bed-time stories
are really allegories
for pain and sacrifice?

How many fairy tales
are really tragedies that
end in mess, and death, and strife?

How many monsters make
you monstrous when they’re
breathing down your neck?

And how many people
have you failed to save,
how many bodies are there to find?

You never intended to become
a superhero, breathing itself
once was a fight, but I guess
there’s something to be said
about making water into wine.

Your mother didn’t name you Atlas,
but you shouldered this world,
nonetheless.

Wolf born from the death
of innocence, you are nothing close
to blessed.

But this is your origin story,
this is whom you’ll grow to be,
the monster, the man, the hero,
the one in chains that sets others free.

A curse said to be a gift,
a howl, a bite, a cry:
there are secrets in this town,
secrets that will change your life.

the beginning of hope // S.M. (via bisexualoberynmartell)

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