"I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures."
Gail Caldwell (via perrfectly)
(via flauhly)
"You deserve something you don’t have to question. You deserve someone who is sure of you."
r.h. Sin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
(via gxcciii)
"If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself."
"Soon you’ll realize that many people will love the idea of you but will lack the maturity to handle the reality of you."
"I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin."
"My only problem is that I don’t listen to my own, fucking, advice."
something i should’ve realized a long time ago (cravings)
"Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine."
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine."
Unknown (via misjudgments)
(Source: misjudgments, via serious)
"I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head."
"I miss him. I miss him. I miss him. I repeat to myself over and over until I’m crying on the floor. It hurts like hell but it also feels like heaven. Yeah, it might sound crazy but it’s the truth. I miss everything; the days where I woke up and saw his name on my phone screen, when I got random appreciation posts or letters, the randomly, endless amount of kisses, the soft touch of his hands around my waist, the way he cared about me like I was the most precocious person to him, the amount of comfort he brought me on my worst days, having to feel secure and happy because he was the last person I spoke to, and the unconditional love he gave me. Or the little things he did that I appreciated; like the way he spoke with such a passion when it came to the things he loved or loved doing, when he get anxious about trying new things, when he snorted as he laughed his lungs out or when his eyes got tiny as he smiled with so much happiness. Gosh, I could go on and on about him; the good and the bad. Don’t get me wrong everyone has their flaws but even with the flaws he behold they couldn’t amount to the things I saw perfect in him. Any person is lucky to have him. Because after this mourning of him, I learned that without him, I would not be here today, writing this about him. So I thank him for not only saving my life but saving my soul. And a person who saves souls deserves not only a good life but happiness. And if I can’t give him that then I hope the next person to be in his life does give it to him. I will always have him in my heart whether I want to accept it or not but I will. He will always be apart of my life in some way. He’s attached to me and this time I’m not detaching from him. He has a beautiful soul."
to the person who reads this just know that if you are his next, please listen to him, care for him and mostly unconditionally love him (via idavaxox)
"What are you so scared of?”
Nothing, she nearly told him. But what she meant was everything. Footsteps in the dead of night, and spiders, and loneliness. Angry boys with quick hands and pretty girls who pocketed secrets. The way things changed: always and without warning. Government conspiracies and medical jargon. And space. Fucking space. Black holes and time warps and the fact that anything at all could exist without boundaries. What scared her? So much, she thought, so very much. But more than anything, “You."
Nothing, she nearly told him. But what she meant was everything. Footsteps in the dead of night, and spiders, and loneliness. Angry boys with quick hands and pretty girls who pocketed secrets. The way things changed: always and without warning. Government conspiracies and medical jargon. And space. Fucking space. Black holes and time warps and the fact that anything at all could exist without boundaries. What scared her? So much, she thought, so very much. But more than anything, “You."
excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)
"Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way."
"That’s the hardest part, you know? In a society where everyone else’s opinions matter, putting yourself first is one of the hardest things for a woman to do. But you’ve got to do it, love. You have to grab your own life by the horns and trust your gut."