Kathleen

A Stórín Mo Chroí

[existenth-blog]

[ruinedchildhood]

[contrast]

[xvividx]

[bellisvintage]

[latenights]

sunflowers

[numba-one-flaya]

why is the bad girl in high school movies always the popular preppy cheerleader why cant we have a movie where the villain is the nerdy girl who thinks shes superior to everyone else because she watches doctor who and drinks tea and is “not like other girls”

[slimgoodymakeba]

[nevertherestillhere]

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda (via nevertherestillhere)

[maryjblige]

[unbotheredmuse]

i admire women who could’ve turned cold after everything they’ve been through but still chose love anyway. there’s strength in that.

[wordsthat-speak]

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.

The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao (Junot Diaz)

[blossomfully]

I told him he could come and find me if he ever changed his mind,“ she said, “but I never heard from him again. “So you see, sometimes you offer people choices hoping that they’ll choose you. Sometimes you offer them choices knowing that they never will.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #216 (via blossomfully)

[wordsnquotes]

Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.

Unknown 

(via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

[thelovejournals]

If it’s real, it will never be over.

Yasmin Mogahed  (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

[1980vibes]

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

[endlesslifeinpain]