Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.

For you

If some greedy god
stole you away from me; if
the moon and her sun stole
away into the night; if our
love was plucked like a pear
from its tree —

I would burn down every
door to find you again. I would
tear through every layer of
hell, screaming with my mouth
full of light, and I would unhinge you
from your darkness, from your
wet, leaking

I would take you
back from the demons that had
clawed you so far into yourself
that you counted six feet
between your skin and your
bones. I would shred open my

so that you could see
what I hold inside of me;

to show you all the light
I had swallowed from your

Shinji Moon, “I Will”  (via commovente)

(via lifeinpoetry)