"They weren’t just poems. It was my best proof of God. It was bed for my buckets of misunderstand. A glimpse of sin and salvation in the same second. What were once journals were now holy purges, and I learned just how fucking real a night could get with some paper and some secrets."

'Alcatraz of Balloons' by Miles Hodges of Strivers Row (via dearest-seattle)

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if u are scared or worried or stressed please just remember that even if you mess up super badly, doggies on the street will still tug on their owners when u walk by because they wanna say hello to u so badly

This is legitimately comforting.

(via caitl1n)