I’m really trying, really.
so tired
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I’m really trying, really.
so tired
All I want is a clear mind and a happy heart.
You are stronger than you realise. You are crueller than you realise. The smallest words will break your heart. You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago. People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep. You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat. You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to. Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again. Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place. You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it. You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed. Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive. You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call. You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you. People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an asshole.’ Make sure you’re listening. You will be okay. You will be okay.
(via twistlickdunkxz)
“Always be friends with the broken people, they know how to survive”
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Starry starry night. The what ifs that haunt us.
I look at all the pictures of the past, thinking of how the years went by so fast. The dances, the parties, the jokes, the laughs, the shoulders to cry on and cute photos, the people I’ve known since way back when. The new kids came every now and then. The friendships you make come and go, but there’s always those few you’ll always know.
Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
A girl becomes embarrassed after giving flowers to a female US soldier on duty in the northern Iraqi city of Mosul. 16 April 2007
The caption changes so many assumptions
This is so amazing
Behind the uniform, rank and rifle.
Jackson Lake by kylesipple☬ on Flickr.
R1-00 by kori song on Flickr.
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You must understand that there is more than one path to the top of the mountain.
Miyamoto Musashi (via une-femme-en-noir)
Mount Rinjani | (by Herry Photos - Catching Up…)
Next year.
The Nights of Kilimanjaro
“They say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home.” — Vincent Freeman, “Gattaca”