Friday Nights @ Honey Beas @honey-bea - Tumblr Blog

“Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone. A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off, and the room is empty.”

— Charlotte Beier (via purplebuddhaquotes)

blessedbeyondallbelief

dopeeeeeeshxt

Yesss

honey-bea

Mood

miseducatedmelanicmuse

Bye 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

rosethorn213

yearofthesnitch

put in the tags the first thing that comes up when u type “i am,” “i’m not,” “i love,” “i hate,” and “i wish”

octopaca-deactivated20180216

well that was a wild ride

isseymiyucky-deactivated2021070

😓

animayanaa

BITCH.

#i am bored #i hate him #im not sorry #i love this book #i wish you were here

dankmemesreasonforliving

aidashakur

minusthelove

I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate these niggas

humansofnewyork

“I didn’t want to be around it. I didn’t want to hear the yelling, or the fighting. So I ran away from the badness. I spent my childhood at the houses of friends. I surrounded myself with people. And I became a social butterfly. Even when I moved to London ten years ago, I still kept my old friends around me. There were always so many people coming and going. But then we all turned thirty, and suddenly everyone was going, and not coming back again. Things began to fall apart for me. I lost my support network. I lost my job. I found myself in an abusive relationship, just like my mother had been. I was so angry at myself for going through the same cycle. But I allowed it to happen, because he was the only thing keeping me from being completely alone. But one day I did it. I finally left him. For a moment I had no friends, no job, no place to live, and no relationship. I wanted to run back home. But I stayed in London. I stayed just to teach myself that I could be ok. I rented a room in a house full of strangers. I began doing things on my own. I went to a music festival by myself, and ended up meeting the best friends of my life. I stayed single for three good years. I taught myself what I want and what I deserve. Now I’ve got a great boyfriend who’s not insecure, who’s not jealous, who’s not controlling, who lets me be myself. And I’ve learned that I’m independent. Growing up I always thought of myself as independent. But it was just a thought. I never knew. But now I know.” (London, England)

poemswords

pomeranian2

prettypositivity

trust yourself. you’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming

yourbigsisnissi

Like What’s attractive about a man who isn’t excited as hell to be with you? Who doesn’t smile when you walk up? Who doesn’t hold your hand? Who isn’t all in? What’s attractive about a man who is too prideful to just let go and love? What’s attractive about an emotionally unavailable man?