[allth1ngspurple]

[distant-traveller]

[uptional]

[a-joyfuljourney]

[burnthisgirl-deactivated2020101]

[twitblr]

Kids need love.

[305xdisaster-deactivated2021102]

Be a mediocre in life if you wish but don’t be a mediocre parent

[autoimmuneamy]

“Do you want to talk about it or be distracted from it” is honestly the best thing you can say to me when I say im sad/in pain etc.

[luckytwodollarbill-deactivated2]

this is really good advice to say to anyone who is upset

[elaxisfae]

Alsooo may I add: “do you want advice or do you just want to vent?” Is also good to add because often unsoliticited advice can further hurt someone who really just wanted a listening ear.

[pr1nceshawn]

Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

[hiddlesherethereeverywhere]

THIS IS IMPORTANT 

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). 

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. 

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that. 

Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is. 

[titenoute]

DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT.

[nsfw-my-dudes]

I MIGHT BE AN NSFW BLOG BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT

[shamallamastudios]

Really freaking important.

[puppygamer]

[ghostgirl1029]

You promised that we’d only be together for a minute..then we finished, but my life has passed another year why tf is you in it

[mszashley]

[wnq-writers]

It’s okay to walk away. You’re allowed to leave this place. You’re allowed to leave toxic people. You’re allowed to say no without explaining why. You’re allowed to quit something that you don’t really love. You can move freely. You’re allowed to start over with something else. You’re allowed to fail and try and try again.

ginniemouse (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?

Sai Baba (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Jack Kerouac (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.

Schuyler Peck (via wordsnquotes)

[rbcages]

One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via rbcages)

[ghostgirl1029]