I just want to be wonderful.

Mattea. 19. New York. I was never used to being happy, so that wasn't something I ever took for granted. - Norma Jean Mortenson (Marilyn Monroe)

[shinystarrlight]

[oneladydracor]

Public Service Announcement.

Forgiveness is not mandatory.

Nor does it make you a bad person to choose not to forgive someone.

Forgiveness is a Privilege, not a Right.

You can choose to forgive someone for hurting you

You can choose to never forgive someone for hurting you.

Both choices are acceptable.

It does not make you Immature/Childish/Stubborn or Selfish not to forgive someone.

                      Forgiveness is NOT Mandatory.

[lvcidrabbit]

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)

[noorshirazie]

If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.

(via bl-ossomed)

[wearealsoboats]

Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?

[realhomo]

#I don’t even want to spend the rest of my life with me

[teitokukakine-deactivated201805]

The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.

Unknown (via queer-lust)

[delicatepoetry]

When he screamed in my face and pushed me against his car that night, he told me I was worthless but I was the one to say sorry. Over and over again, I was sorry. When he left me standing in the parking lot by my house I could do nothing but hate myself for making him leave me. When I was a little girl it was a mistake of trusting a man that I barely knew, just because he was my own blood. His evil eyes made his way up my dress along with his hands, and ever since then I don’t think I could lose my virginity without crying into the man I love’s chest. When I tell someone how I’m feeling inside, I always let the word, sorry slip out when I’m finished. I feel like I am dumping my emotion onto their chest and suffocating them like it suffocates me. Then they end up getting upset with me, because I offend them when I apologize. At fifteen a boy kissed me like he loved me, and the next day he never called me back or answered my texts. I couldn’t help but think maybe I fucked it up somehow, maybe when I talked about heaven and dying it turned him off. Maybe he just didn’t want to deal with it. He didn’t want to deal with me. The last text I sent him was, “sorry.” When my mother is angry she tends to raise her voice and say things “she doesn’t mean.” I can’t help but believe her when she calls me crazy, and I can’t help but think that maybe my dad drinks so much because he hates his life. I can’t help but think maybe it’s because of me, do I ask for too much? Is it because I’m always sad? Am I not good enough, what did I do? The love of my life is the most amazing man in the world yet when his voice gets quiet on the phone I can’t help but question if he’s okay because I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. I always ask over and over, if he loves me because I need the reassurance that I’m not some crazy bitch. When my friend texts me and I don’t respond for a few hours I am afraid she will think it’s because I don’t care but in reality it’s because I can’t think of anything to talk about when my mind is filled with this negativity about myself. I just always feel like I am doing wrong. I am wrong, I am damaged, by other people’s mistakes, I take credit for. That’s what I do wrong..

i.c. // I need to stop being sorry (via delicatepoetry)

[kushandwizdom]

what sense does it make to leave what you love and risk the possibility of it never coming back to you?

overlyxclusive (via kushandwizdom)

[kushandwizdom]

[kushandwizdom]

Everything Love

[secret-paranoia]

[nhprep]

I gave so much to someone who never appreciated it.

10 word story (via nhprep)

[my-teen-quote]

[quotethat]

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via creatingaquietmind)

[fastfranchise-blog]

[kayay22-deactivated20210602]

[memewhore]

[bled]