Just Survive.

Don't look back, Survive by pulling together.

[dailydemigifs]

Demi Lovato via Instagram | January 10, 2021.

[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

[girlfromthe-subway]

I am not concrete.

you can not step on me

over and over.

you demand i be there

to provide foundation,

never second guessing your footing.

do not take me for granted,

because unlike concrete i am fluid,

i am changing and moving -

there is more to me

than making you secure.

[bubbagumps]

► Film Facts ➛ Pretty Woman ღ  Edward (Richard Gere) snapping the necklace case down on Vivian’s (Julia Roberts) fingers, was improvised by Gere, and Roberts’s reaction (laughter) was totally natural. The filmmakers liked it so much, they decided to leave it in.

[thepersonalquotes]

[thedeeepquotes]

[thedeeepquotes]

[thedeeepquotes]

[melancholic-moonchild-deactivat]

“It’s not your job to fix me. It’s your job to hold my hand, while I fix myself.”

— And You Couldn’t Even Do That (via yezvs)

[melancholic-moonchild-deactivat]

“It’s not your job to fix me. It’s your job to hold my hand, while I fix myself.”

— And You Couldn’t Even Do That (via yezvs)

[nevergettinglaids]

“I’ve learned that secrets make you sick. I’m learning how to be a voice, and not a victim. I’ve learned that sex is natural. I’ve learned that love is necessary. Heartbreak is unavoidable. And loneliness, is brutal. I’ve learned that the key to being happy, is to tell your truth. And be okay without all the answers.”

[nevergettinglaids]

[nevergettinglaids]

[babyanimalgifs]

This is the funniest video ever 😂

[traumasurvivors]

Just because they think you should be over it doesn’t mean you’re weak.  Everyone heals at different paces, and in different ways.  And that’s okay. 

[lullabiesforfallingstars]

Aftershocks

I tuck myself in and it doesn’t take long before your ghost hands find my arms to pin me down.

Just like the first time and every time after that, it doesn’t matter if there’s strength or even matter holding me under you. You still keep me pinned down.

My China cup strength falls to the floor. Sleepy time tea drips like beads of sweat.

You shove memories down my throat until I can barely breathe. While I choke on the stale memories that haunt me I can still hear you whispering sweet murder into my ear.

Fight or flight?

Trick or treat?

Reach for a pill like it’s a knife to try to put you to sleep. Maybe it’s safe there tonight. While the medication slowly paralyzes me I watch while my mind runs into the darkness still hearing your shadow whispering in the corner you cannot escape the dark even the sun goes down each night.