concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live
(via seemsabitparanoid)
"I helped myself. wiped my own tears. put balm over fresh wounds. plastered parts of my heart that still were hurting. gave myself time. read books that soothed my soul. heard music that calmed my nerves. watched movies that made me smile. bit by bit, piece by piece, I put myself back together again. and I gave myself a second chance because I know that if I didn’t, then no one else would."
— Ruby Dhal
