“April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.” Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via beautyisanillusion)

(Source: larmoyante, via softletters)


Emotion of the day: pride.



uh Hi everyone!! i know this is  kind of out of no where but this is my good friend Ashley. I love her so much and she’s such a fun,loving person, and she needs help. She’s been fighting aplastic anemia for over 2 years and she recently lost her hair due to chemotherapy, and she’s only 15. For those of you who don’t know, aplastic anemia is a condition in the bone marrow where its unable to make enough white blood cells, red blood cells, and platelets. Its very similar to leukemia. It has caused her to miss a numerous amount of school, and she has had to undergo many surgeries and doctors appointments. In fact, she is unable to return to school for the rest of the year. she’s been gone since December.

Because of her condition, she can’t be out in the sun, take the stairs, and she gets very nauseous easily. If she has to be outside for a long time, she needs a wheelchair. At school I had to ride the elevator with her and make sure she was okay every so often.

Unfortunately, her family is unable to pay for the treatment she desperately needs. I don’t know if this will work, but I was hoping that if i posted this, some people on tumblr would help donate. The money would go towards a bone marrow transplant. It costs $10,000 and so far they have only made about $1,300.

Please im asking this as her friend and someone who cares about her. If you could just signal boost this or even donate a dollar it would mean so much to me and her family as well.

Donation for Transplant

Facebook Page

There’s only about a month left until this campaign closes so please help.

Thank you so much.

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I am so grateful for so many things and I’m so sad about so many things. But I’m doing stuff and I’m not silent anymore and some days are so tiring, I can feel my blood rushing and then slowing and then rushing, and wow I never thought any of this would be possible but my mother sees me off every single day and gives me a fruit to carry in my bag every single day. I don’t know, this is scary as hell but what isn’t right? I don’t know honestly. This has not appeared magically though, there were too many bad nights and too many scared phone calls to friends at 3 AM in between. It’s taken time to reach from there to here. I don’t believe most of it still. I have a tough time holding on to things that are good for me but this seems real. I hope it’s real.

“With a bullet to your brain,
you’re turning twenty,
breaking bones.
Twenty like ugly days.
Twenty like brussel sprouts,
Twenty like job interviews and starchy suits.
Twenty like disappointment,
Twenty like take your pills.
Twenty like stretch marks and bad breakup sex,
Twenty like college essays.
Twenty like dying.
Twenty like empty wombs and emptier pockets,
Twenty like goodbye.
Twenty like crooked teeth.
Twenty like no, thank you.
Twenty like yes, more please.Twenty | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

(via backshelfpoet)


Too many sad conversations happening. It’s almost been a year since that morning. That’s a long time, I guess. It’s still too real to be turned into poetry though. It’s all there, intact and awake.



He entered my dream
And snatched
Away the poetry.

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