• ryanoreillys:

    a lady at the canucks store asked a guy standing by the kesler stuff if he needed help and he was like no thanks, I’m just mourning

  • what I said was
    I’ll miss you
    what I meant to say was
    I love you
    what I wanted to say was
    that I meant what I said
    and it’s funny
    how all those things I
    could have said
    flooded my head after we said goodbye
    and i should have told you
    I’d be willing to hold you
    until my flesh crumbles into bone - Shane Koyczan (via rarararambles)
    blurp-merp-derp:

"she was eight years old our first day of grade three when she got called ugly we both got moved to the back of the class so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls but the school halls were a battleground where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse outside we’d have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there in grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read beware of dog
to this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half of her face kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they’ll never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word mom because they see her heart before they see her skin that she’s only ever always been amazing”
    Be the weed growing through the cracks in the cement, beautiful- because it doesn’t know it’s not supposed to grow there. - Shane Koyczan (via studdedsensitivity)
    Yes, I miss you.
    When I’m not looking, the softest parts of me
    will issue restraining orders.
    Not the kind that define borders or boundaries;
    these are the kind that will keep me in place when I ask
    “please, call me when you get there.”
    Because every somewhere I go to,
    is just another place that reminds me I miss you. - Shane Koyczan ‘Promise’  (via chookyla)
  • tranquildesolation:

    "We grew up believing no one
    would ever fall in love with us.
    That we’d be lonely forever.
    That we’d never meet someone
    to make us feel like the sun
    was something they built for us
    in their tool shed.”

  • I sit before flowers
    hoping they will train me in the art
    of opening up

    I stand on mountain tops believing
    that avalanches will teach me to let go

    I know
    nothing

    but I am here to learn.

    - Shane Koyczan (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
    Surrounded by people who used to say
    that rhyme about sticks and stones
    as if broken bones
    hurt more than the names we got called
    and we got called them all
    so we grew up believing no one
    would ever fall in love with us
    that we’d be lonely forever
    that we’d never meet someone
    to make us feel like the sun
    was something they built for us
    in their tool shed
    so broken heart strings bled the blues
    as we tried to empty ourselves
    so we would feel nothing
    don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone - To This Day, Shane Koyczan (via daydreamer-nightthinker)
    I sit before flowers
    hoping they will train me in the art
    of opening up. - Shane Koyczan, The Student (via feellng)