Anonymously- A Girl.

a dream in a world of nightmares

[nakedly]

Maybe sometimes, we are the ones breaking our own hearts. We walk into a situation, get attached to someone all by choice. And then we let them break our hearts, because we’re the ones who gave them the opportunity to.

tuesday night thoughts (via nakedly)

[craved-deactivated20230908]

One day we got tired, tired of chasing, of caring, of worrying… Not because we didn’t want more, but because the person didn’t value our efforts.

Daniel C. L.  (via convertions)

[written-on-polaroids]

Why is it that we can’t stop thinking about the people who ruined us?

(via reddeyess)

[brokxnn]

[anonymously-agirl]

But I wish it wasn't.

[gaywifi]

depression sucks because you could be half way done dancing in your underwear and making cookies and all the sudden everything is pointless and you feel so lost and worthless and have no motivation to breath and it’s like ??????? theses cookies were going to be great ??? calm down depression ?? pls ?

[thelittlelionessden]

Is it?!

[lridescential-deactivated202003]

Rory shield // sorority noise

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[achingchest]

i just want to be in love. i want to hold someone’s hand in the passenger seat. i want to get drunk with them and lick the liquor off their lips and tell them how beautiful and wonderful they are to me. i want to have someone to text when something good happens, when something bad happens, and everything in between. i want to stay up late talking about our dreams and wake up with my head on their chest and go out to breakfast the next morning. i want to buy them corny presents and write them cute letters and take photo booth pictures and lay in fields and laugh until we kiss. i want to go to sleep with love in my chest instead of the bitterness.

[sexistmorons]

I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

Curious Georgiana

always reblog.

(via housewifeswag)

[chasing-kassandra]

Just like so many others, I believe a relationship is about the future. If you can’t see yourself curled up in bed every Sunday morning with her for the rest of your life, Let her go. If you aren’t excited to take her places she’s never been before just to see the look on her face, Let her go. If you don’t love surprising her because you know she hates it, Let her go. If you can picture yourself in a place that you love, and not wish she was there with you, Let her go. If you can imagine your life without her, Let her go. Just please let her go so someone else can love her more. She deserves to be loved.

I Will Never Let You Go (via give-me-ur-hand)

@justkickinback

(via would-rather-be-surfing)

You’re my forever

(via justkickinback)

[abiding-in-peace]

 Any big loss, including the breakup of close friendships, can elicit these feelings. Grief has no boundaries   -  Sheila Datz·

[achingchest]

i miss the way your hands felt on my shoulder blades, the way you’d gesture me to rest my head on your chest, the way we’d kiss each other empty under a light summer and heavy sheets, until our chests were heaving, using our emotions like energy. i miss your room, sitting cross-legged on your bed, laughing about the people who made our shins weak. i miss how you’d pause and say “i like you” when i said something out of line and the way i couldn’t stop smiling. i miss sneaking into your house in the middle of the night, tip-toeing over the mess on your floor, the way you’d shush me when i got too loud, the way every time i learned how to be quieter. i miss walking to the bar with your friends, the way we never held hands, bumming cigarettes and lighting them with the exhale between your lips. i miss the way you’d laugh with your cheekbones kissing your eyelids, when this didn’t feel so dark blue and empty and meaningless and we could talk like friends without our knuckles shaking around our empty promises. but mostly, i miss the way you treated me like i was a person with flaws and feelings, like my existence to this world is important, like i shouldn’t be afraid to scream, “I AM HERE AND I AM FLAWED AND I AM STILL STANDING.” i am still standing. just now it’s without you and i miss everything.

i miss when you actually gave a shit that i missed you / @scarredconversations (via scarredconversations)

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[goalsmami]

if my son cheats on his girlfriend ima smack the shit out of him and send the girl a sephora giftcard.

[anonymously-agirl]

^^^Parenting Done Right

[thecommonchick]

High school was so judgy but in college you see someone riding past on a razor scooter wearing a snuggie and it’s like “that is a smart man”

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

A song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via simply-quotes)

[coral]