People inspire you, or they drain you.

zahab. twenty-one

[regular-love]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Unknown (via regular-love)

[bookmania]

This is the essay that got Cassandra Hsiao accepted into all 8 Ivy League Universities

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Read this and think, then think again.

[pdlcomics]

Routine Checkup

[antigonick]

And each scar has the shape of your mouth.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt of The Earth (tr. by Donald Walsh)

[beautiful-words-on-a-page]

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure (via beautiful-words-on-a-page)

[lesbianeclipse-deactivated20171]

[ourqueenfelinefatale]

why you attacking me like this???

[wordsnquotes]

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us. —

Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)

[horanforirwin]

I get emotionally attached to lyrics, like not necessarily a whole song just that one line that hits you in the gut and pulls out every emotion you can possibly feel and every time you hear that one line its like the whole world is okay for a few seconds.

[ganondilf]

Look at this picture of Lily Tomlin holding a clutch made up of Jane Fonda’s mugshot. My gay ass was not ready for this.

[monica-geller]

my job is literally a joke and also i’m broke and ALSO my love life is doa and u know what? i was WARNED that this would happen in the mid 90s and did absolutely nothing to stop it

[astrocyte-deactivated20171202]

cashier: sorry for your wait. we’re short-staffed today

millennial: oh that’s ok no worries :)

 baby boomer:

[a-night-in-wonderland]

Photos Of Parents And Kids At The Same Age

[lunaomsol]

This is insanely beautiful

[4am-reflections]

The first time you told me you didn’t want to see me i should have left you, not out of selfishness or anger, but because when you start rearranging your vocabulary for someone else, replacing words like unhealthy with compromise, you will begin to forget your own name.

Kevin Kantor // 4am (via 4am-reflections)

[actuates]

sext: i pray your smile will never fade. sext: you look prettiest when you aren’t thinking about being pretty. sext: you are poetry. sext: the first time you wrote me poetry it knocked my knees to the ground and suddenly nothing else mattered but the way you loved me and you loved me so fucking good. sext: i need you to call me whenever you’re free, i want to tell you about my day. sext: i told my mom about you, she said you sound like something i gotta hang on to. sext: i know it’s 3 am but i just drove for 4 hours straight and now i’m in seattle, but the streets don’t feel alive and i wish you were here to take in the calm with me. seattle has never felt calmer than now, but i need you. sext: dude i really fucking love you. sext: your music taste is flawless, send me more songs you write poetry to. i need to feel something. sext: do you know what it means to be alive? i don’t and i’ve been thinking about it for hours. don’t you ever feel like life is fake and we don’t exist so nothing really matters? text me when you can, i’m having an existential crisis. sext: you smelled really good today and your hands were much softer. have you been using a new body wash perhaps? sext: you’ve grown up so much since i’ve known you. i’m enamored by you. sext: i’m coming over, no excuses, i’m bringing soup and i’ll make you a grilled cheese, cut diagonally the way you like it. sext: i miss you, come home soon. sext: can we just discuss obama and biden’s friendship for a couple minutes?  sext: my dog misses you. sext: i feel like i’ve known you forever. i want to know you forever. sext: dude, i really fucking love you, okay?

turn me on, but don’t tell me you want to fuck me |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

Sext me

(via sunrisen-ambition)

[cheia]

[blackness-by-your-side]

lovely

[sebastianstaan]

Dev Patel and his mom Anita arrive on the red carpet at the Oscars 2017