Forget Yesterday

Heather - Band - Houston Coogs - TBƩ. Amuse me, Tumblr.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. Slowly, I began to realize that I could not go back and force things to be as they once were: those two years, which up until then had seemed an endless inferno, were now beginning to show me their true meaning.

Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[yolonists]

(งツ)ว on my way to fuck things up

[blackberryshawty]

me @ myself all the time: girl, stop

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.

Kristen Butler (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[ohbrae-deactivated20170317]

i need *bangs fist on table* intimacy

[peachisty]

dont forget to tell someone you love that you love them, thank people who deserve to be thanked, be more patient on people having a hard time, be more considerate, understanding, and be kinder, always.

[dignitea]

my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore

[heyvo]

some fuckers: lol a woman president would be bad what if she was EMOTIONAL and had access to THE NUCLEAR BUTTON

our male president: my nuclear button is bigger than everyone elses and id love to push it!!!!

[hoothoot-remaking-lol]

you would not believe your floor

if man door hand hook car door

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Make yourself a priority once in a while. It’s not selfish. It’s necessary.

Karen A. Baquiran (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[fy-perspectives]

I think I’m afraid of being happy because whenever I get too happy something bad always happens.

Charles M. Schulz  (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

dear me, boy have you fought a hard fight this year. and for that i apologise. i never meant to make it tough for you. you were never fighting against the enemy - you were fighting yourself. i convinced you it was right and that there was something worth fighting for. i apologise for turning your mind against you. i gave you no hope of survival this year apart from the words that you ink onto paper before locking away. apart from the escape of being in someone else’s shoes on stage for an hour or two and even then the joy that once came with such activities disappeared. i’m sorry i let you believe that you weren’t worth that love. you weren’t good enough for that crush you had, you weren’t special enough for familial love and you definitely weren’t normal enough for platonic affection. most of all you were never worth the love that flows from your heart in a never ending stream waiting for someone to push it back so you feel that heartbreak - letting it creep into every crevice, cementing the fact that you were unlovable. i was wrong. i was lost in the darkness that clouded my sight and turned my living days into the same nightmares i saw at night. that took away the joy and light of dreams and replaced them with a void of empty space as the violent thoughts corrupted my nights as well. i am sorry. i say it a lot to others, to the animals and even to the world we live in but i don’t say it to you. i have hurt you. more that anyone else possibly could have. i look back upon this year and i wonder when the hope lighting the way disappeared. the once ignited flame was lost in the shadows and there was no room for it in the self-pity i shrouded you with. dear me, the new year is almost upon and i want to be better for you, help me be better.

millennial-poe, writing prompt #69: Write a letter apologizing to your body for any hatred and ingratitude you may have expressed. (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I find a strange comfort in sadness. It’s what I know and no one can ever take it from me because there is nothing to take. It almost feels a little like home to me, like it’s where I belong. I grew up here and it’s the place I always return to…. No matter what I do or where I go in life I always end up back here. For me, there is a distinct fear in happiness. Deep seated and unrelenting because I know deep down it won’t last. It’s never truly mine, and eventually something or someone will take it away because it doesn’t belong to me. Like you never did.

Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

[theironman]

‘’yall need to chill’’ says me, who isn’t chill, not even a little bit.

[glassbonespaperskin]

[thelovejournals]

I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.

Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via wordsnquotes)

[olearypoetry]