girl of the stars

“She’s like fire and ice and rage. She’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. Her soul is ancient and forever, burning at the center of time, seeing every turn of the universe… and she’s wonderful.”

[pansydaisy]

“Here are some nice things: warm nights after the rain, old books, new books, tea in the afternoon, snow angels, palm trees, smiling, laughing, hugs that make you feel like you are combusting, wet-nosed kisses from your dog, waterfalls, sunsets, a clear night sky, the hopes and dreams of you and me. A kitten curled in your lap, fresh laundry, favorite songs, the morning birds in perfect harmony. Nice simple things to remind you to stay.”

Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell

[ilylullabyx]

“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.”

— Warsan Shire  (via strawberrytelle)

[ilylullabyx]

[ilylullabyx]

THE LONELY HUGS

     I don’t want anybody to hug me just because I ask them to or just because I already look so pathetic that they hug me out of pity for my hopeless soul. No. I hate that. I would never, ever ask anyone to hug me when I am sad. I hate pity.

     I want a hug that is not asked for. When I’m crying in silence, trying my best to hide the tears, I want someone to come up unexpectedly and give me that hug. The kind of embrace that surprises me, sends a chill down my spine, and warms me all at once. No words come with it, no voices that say, “Hush now, baby, hush. Stop crying.” Nothing. Just tears and arms and silence. It is the kind of hug that weakens me, rips all control away from me and sends me crying more, breaking down, falling apart, as those arms grip me tighter and tighter with every shuddering breath I take. It is the kind of hug that makes me see that I am broken and small and weak, the embrace that touches all the wounds, holds all the pieces together. And it shakes me awake. The kind of hug that makes me realize all the love that was lost, and all the love that is yet to be found.

[ilylullabyx]

www.iloveyoulullaby.tumblr.com

[ilylullabyx]

[ilylullabyx]

[ilylullabyx]

“Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.”

— William Chapman (via relatable-life-problems)

[vicforprez]

[kooooosh]

how cool would it be to have someone secretly love you like someone who just watches you do stupid stuff and appreciates every little thing about you and even if they see you trip over your own feet they’ll still smile because they love you but they’re too afraid to tell you 

[quotesbrain]

[ilylullabyx]

“I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour, Hold Still  (via pureblyss)

[clearlypositive]

do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?

[badndngirl]

Shout out to everyone who’s feeling shitty bc they can’t afford to buy Christmas presents this year:

You are not alone. It is not your fault. You are a good person and I love you.

[the-beauty-of-words-blog]

This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog!

[mothers-monster]

[brianashanee]

Everything we were taught about aging is all in our minds. Eternal youth.

[mydearlolita]

Amen

[imanadult-deactivated20160524]

I fucking love this post.

[thelifeofroselpie-blog]

I want to be this awesome when I’m old!

[finnharries-restored]

This is so awesome!

[ilylullabyx]

they never thought about it. they just saw an angry girl. never a girl in pain. never a girl ghosted. just anger. she was just all red, explosive anger.