Life Keeps Going With Or Without You @littlecupsoftea - Tumblr Blog

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

stlamb

neil hilborn, numbered days

what-iz-life

The deeper you heal, the higher you raise the bar on who has access to you. And, it's not out of arrogance, it's about protecting the peaceful, calm, drama-free life you've worked so hard to elevate. This new chapter requires you to be less accessible to any type of toxicity.

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rosenkranz-does-things

happy belated anniversary to one of the movies ever. cinema was born 25 years ago

stlamb

audrey emmett

resqectable

“You will never be free until you free yourself from the prison of your own false thoughts.”

— Philip Arnold

missinyouiskillingme

The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging and you have to act like you don't care at all.

missinyouiskillingme

it hurts

lxstinrxality-blog

““what is addiction?”  addiction is cold sweats, hot flashes, and aching bones in the middle of the night.  addiction is wearing long sleeves in the summer cause the withdrawals are so bad.  addiction is canceling a trip with your bestfriend, because you cant go days without dope.   addiction is lying to your family when they ask where your money goes  addiction is waiting 40+ minutes for your drug dealer to show up.  addiction is not showing up for work because you’re dopesick  addiction is pawning all of your things and stealing from the people you love.  addiction is slowly losing all of your friends and not even caring enough to stop it.   addiction is calling your dealer at 1am because you finally got money and cant bare to feel sick any longer.  addiction is not eating for days at a time because you’d rather buy dope than food.  addiction is crawling on your bedroom floor looking for crumbs you may have spilled. addiction is sweating through 3, 4, even 5 layers of sheets because you couldnt get a fix before bed and now youre dope sick.  addiction is knowing the dope is killing you but being too far gone to care.  addiction is living everyday the same as the last because it is a never ending chase for it. addiction is neglecting everything unless it helps you get dope. addiction is doing things you never knew you were capable of because you need to get it somehow. addiction is walking past the mirror one day and feeling your heart sink when you don’t recognize the person staring back. addiction is finally seeing that the flame once burning so bright in you, went out years ago. addiction is weighing 89 pounds at the doctor, & you never even knew you got skinny.”

— addiction wont let you see how bad its gotten until you’re too far gone to care.

rough-fuckingg

Reblog if you’d be down to fuck a follower from tumblr

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Oh absolutely!

xamenh-sto-oneiro

Let me seduce u with my knowledge on useless things

thehopefulquotes

“The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little.”

— John Zabat-Zinn

heartcountry

after it was over, i sat in the clouds, watching the wings of the plane disrupt the sky. i imagined you as a tiny thing on the ground. thought it strange how two small hands disappearing could hold the whole world for someone. even now, when i’m supposed to know better, i look for you in unlikely places. wonder if you’ll wander into my hotel lobby or the new brunch place my friends chose. i love you when i don’t mean to. when i’m in a new city and any street could be your street. when i’m in an elevator and the doors could open to your perfect hair falling into your perfect face. but since i can’t have you, i do what helps and i pray for you. i pray your hands never tremble when you wish them steady. i pray your laugh always comes from the most honest part of you and not the top of your throat like it does when you’re pretending. and since we’re saying embarrassing things, then i’ll say this too. on my way out from detroit last week i wanted them to stop me at security and say someone somewhere is waiting and they need you right here. but no one even looked at me twice. i don’t know if you’ve even been to detroit. if you like traveling. if you get sick on airplanes. if you grew up in the same house your whole life or if you moved twelve times. if your parents are good to you. if you also love people who were once living and loved you back and now are no longer living. if you think they can still love us from over there. i do now, but a while back i used to think that when each person i loved died, a part of me was erased until there was a very small part of me left and that small part wouldn’t be enough to hold me up and my life would end where it began. but that’s not true. to love someone even once

is enough to live forever.