For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.
Lavon Curtis (via verschluesselt)

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Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.
Lavon Curtis (via verschluesselt)
When everything goes wrong, go to sleep.
advice I should listen to more often myself (via the-flashback-starts)
Little do you know, I’m still up at 2am thinking about everything we could have been.
I’ll always want you more than anyone. You’ll always matter more than anyone.
How do you look at someone you love more than life itself and know its time to say goodbye and let them go?
(via trizzynicole15)
INSTEAD OF WRITING OUR BREAKUP POEM, I book tickets to every place in the world that I have a friend in because I need somebody to lean on; and so I sleep on a couch in London a couch in Glasgow, a futon in Minneapolis, a hotel bed in Edinburgh, a double bed in Atlanta where I have two big windows that face the woods and make me want to write the poem I’m trying not to write. I live out of a suitcase for a month and a half. I only cry on a train once, but I cry in an Uber twice. I tell my mother everything is fine because everything is mostly fine. I keep waiting for you to call me.
“Instead Of Writing Our Breakup Poem (pt. 2)” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.
jeune et jolie (2013)
For your love, I changed myself... and now you’re gone..
They say that talking about a trauma…that it helps. That and jogging; two things that make me feel like crap.
That’s the thing with silence, it can often feel suffocating. Like you’re drowning in an ocean trying to motion for people to rescue you, but you’re afraid of getting others wet so you never say a word.
There was a huge difference between being alone at home and being alone in a crowd.