“Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold.”
— Nikita Gill
Phantogram Three

#extradirty
Today's Document

@theartofmadeline
No title available

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
Fieri Frames

Product Placement

blake kathryn
Keni
Claire Keane

Kiana Khansmith

izzy's playlists!
$LAYYYTER
No title available
tumblr dot com
Show & Tell

seen from Canada
seen from Germany

seen from Canada

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Poland
seen from South Africa
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Chile

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from France
@lesbehonest1313
“Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold.”
— Nikita Gill
It’s the way that the Earp Sisters look at each other for me. It always reminds me of the first quote that really hit me hard: “I’m not saying it’s gonna be okay, I’m just saying I’m here.” And Waverly always makes sure that Wynonna knows that.
“To make a difference in someone’s life you don’t have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful or perfect. you just have to care.”
— Jos. (via menpale)
I just left my husband alone with our two children for sixteen days. I was not worried about anything regarding the house, their food, or their wellbeing. I put all the appointments in the family calendar and my husband checked it and kept them. I literally did not worry about them. I missed them, and I was sad that they missed me, but I didn’t worry about them AT ALL. I need to impress upon you all that I missed their company, but was not worried for their welfare.
I also did no meal prep. I don’t even think I went shopping right before I left.
This is not about apples and oranges. This isn’t even about my husband. This is about the fact that this is apparently WEIRD.
Another mum at my daughter’s school is leaving for ten days. She’s taking her youngest (who is a very small baby) and leaving her husband with their two girls. She has been cooking for days preparing freezer meals. She’s panicking and deputizing her six year old to remind him how to make school lunches. AND I AM APPALLED.
A) He is definitely not helpless. (He’s a doctor or something.) What gendered bullshit. B) THAT LITTLE GIRL IS NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HER AND HER SISTER’S WELLBEING. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. C) Why is she married to this person and creating children with him if he’s this big of an idiot?
While she was laughingly recounting this, the other mums were nodding and smiling sympathetically, like oh yes, I too have my caveman at home!! Such managing required! I was the only one who was like “Dude, he’ll be fine. Literally. He will be fine.” I said it a lot. She was not convinced. She kept bringing up her older daughter. She’ll be like a little mum!
NO.
NO NO NO NO.
NO.
Straight women, don’t do this shit. It’s gross. Don’t infantilize your husbands and then expect your daughters to pick up the slack. So fucking gross. So. So. GROSS.
The fact that so many adults think a six year old girl is more capable of learning and performing basic domestic tasks than a grown-ass man says it all, really.
This stuff is so toxic and awful. I told a car full of women one time that I refused to be in another relationship until I met a man who was capable of making his own doctors’ appointments and washing the dishes. They told me I was going to die alone.
Fuck this shit. Don’t enable men’s incompetence and label it cute.
“I was there for you. Remember that.”
— Unknown
“Don’t fear failure. Fear being in the same place in a year from now.”
— Unknown
“Remember everything is right until it’s wrong. You’ll know when it’s wrong.”
—
Ernest Hemingway
“Happiness starts with one word, one joke, one text, one phone call, one song, one hug, one kiss and can stop with… one mistake.”
—
I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.
Nothing is impossible.
..and I hate to lose.
I woke up, upset that I had.
Been disturbed by the idea of making it through the night. Questioning what it is that I did to deserve this instead of you. Why I’m told life is a gift and a privilege yet, you never got to see it like we do.
I woke up, upset that I had.
Come out of a dream where I held you, wrapped in my arms. The silence held us like leaves on a pond, and though the wind might blow we were fine. Your snores resembled mine, as much as I denied that I snore, I saw myself in you. How could I not.
I woke up, upset that I had.
Opened my eyes to empty arms. Found my consciousness only to have the nightmare be reality. The nightmare is reality. Reality’s a nightmare. Why can’t I fight this night terror? Because it doesn’t exist alone in the shadows. This haunts my whole existence. It eats at my soul, and feasts on my comfort. As it finishes consuming my happiness, it licks my bones clean its left over spit spreading pain and despair.
I woke up, upset that I had.
Survived another day in this body. In this world that knows nothing about what I lost. That left no reminders, this body so weak it wouldn’t let me keep the few I could have. Now there’s only, socks and bears and socks and socks and socks and. Just the one pair of socks that I cry when I see and I hold and I weep and I.
I woke up, upset that I had and you hadn’t.
Oh god please.