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“Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last.”
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Christiana Rutkowski
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(via nitrogen)
“Crazy Woman” a poem about waking up, and biting back 💛
My only regret is that I didn’t tell enough people to fuck off.
My 92 year old grandma. (via lipstickbabe)
The power is in letting go. You receive so much when you just. let. it. go.
Brittany Josephina (via mindofataurus)
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin || and you. (via koreyan)
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
Tracee Ellis Ross (via tome-withlove)
1. When he starts distancing himself from you, do not restring bridges with your own sinew. You will find yourself two months later coming unraveled, coming undone. You will find he has left you in the places he has visited and in the hair of the girls he has imagined kissing. You will find yourself splatterpainted on the walls where while drunk he confessed all of your secrets to his college friends. You will be crying on the floor, surrounded by the parts of you he has stepped on, and he will look you in the eyes and ask you to clean up the mess. 2. When she cannot get through the words “I love you” without her eyes flicking to the side or her tongue slurring or her mouth pressing in at the edges: do not assume it is your fault. Do not think that you have yet again pushed away someone amazing. You have not. Sometimes people knock on their bones and find themselves hollow. You were the only way they felt momentarily whole, do not empty yourself to fill up their soul. Do not shatter into pieces trying to perfect yourself. You do not need to be glass to turn light into rainbows. You are a person, not their prism. 3. Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it. 4. Cry. Want them back. 5. Cry. Do not take them back. 6. In the following months, you will rediscover what it means to be alone. You will sit and stare at a ceiling and hate yourself and hate the world and cry about everything because everything hurts. You will wonder if it could have gotten better if you’d just been a little different, if the timing had worked out, if if if. Do not worry about this. Nothing would have changed the reality that the person you were in love with had stopped loving you somewhere along the line, whether it was in the middle of a conversation or while driving under a bridge or when they made eye contact with someone new and wonderful. It doesn’t matter. Stop wasting your time on them. You don’t need to stop your story just because they are no longer a main character. Do not take back what has already poisoned you. Instead start healing and start healing soon. 7. Take yourself back. Bring out the mop, the broom, the magic wand. Glue where needs to be glued, put up new paint, turn off the lights in places that are too hot to touch. Touch your toes. Touch your hair. Touch a dog. Touch the grass, touch the telephone, do not call him. Touch base with your mom. Touch another person with no love in your heart, touch another person and mean every second of it. Believe in yourself even if you don’t believe in love. It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with being alone. You are the best company you’ll ever know. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay and none of this was ever your fault. Sometimes people just fall out of love. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll one day discover you didn’t need them anyway.
“How to stop loving someone who does not love you.” /// r.i.d (via introv-erted)
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Lolita is not about love, because love is always mutual; Lolita is about obsession, which is never, ever love, and Nabokov himself was so disappointed that people did not understand this and take away the right message… For how could anyone call this feeding frenzy of selfishness, devouring, and destruction “love”?
In her preface to LOLITA, Mary Gaitskill reflects on a review by Vanity Fair’s Gregor von Rezzori in which he calls the novel: “The only convincing love story of the century” (via lamesdean2)
Maybe someday you’ll look back and say “She was all wrong for me. She was too young too reckless too impulsive. She’s the kind of girl who would wake up at 4 to watch the sunrise, just because there was nothing else to do. She would scare me half to death with her jokes and pranks, even though I would laugh until I cried in the end. She was so blind to the world around her, or at least it always seemed that way. She never spoke of the news, except when it was all she would speak of. She would go from deep, philosophical rants to quoting Disney movies at the flip of a switch. Her attitude was as sharp as her wit, neither of which I could ever keep up with. When she didn’t agree with someone, she made sure everyone knew what she was thinking. She was loud, in every way possible; her voice, her body language, her compassion. She took life a little too seriously, while simultaneously not caring at all. Her dreams were so big and bright, she couldn’t tame them into words when I asked. She was too much for me then, she had so much to do, so much to learn, so many things to see. Who am I to tame such a spirit? She was a storm waiting to destroy anything that stood in her way. I could never tie her down, she was a force greater than any I had ever known.” You’ll look back and say all of these things only to realize you were the only one to see me as a powerful tempest. No one understood your hesitance towards me because no one was blindsided by love like you. You’ll discover that you only saw me in a bright beautiful light because I was everything you ever wanted and it scared you. I scared you.
(via keepdrivingon)
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin || and you. (via koreyan)
send me your writing (poems, stories, doodles etc.) I would love to read it all
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via offtheocean)
