[wnq-writers]

We used to love each other before. You used to trace my spine and lighten up my world with your smile. We were perfect back then, but everything was ruined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to win you back. I just want to exhaust the remaining things about you, inside. You know what, I still hate you after all those years. It’s been six years, to be exact. And every single day, I hate your existence. When there’s a time that I reminisce our past, it makes me feel sick. I don’t know what made me fell in love with you in the first place and how everything went from good to worse. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me. I hate you for being so selfish and never tried to shut your mouth and let me win an argument. You didn’t hold my hand and stop me from leaving for that night. You just let me walk away and made me feel that you never loved me. You think only about your happiness, you never paid attention to my details. You never asked if I’m still happy, you think only about yourself. I hate you for painting my world with your colors and made me used to love them. And now you were gone, it makes me insane because I see them every day. I tried to hide everything through smiles, but my eyes never stopped bleeding them. There’s no way I could escape because you planted flowers inside my chest and it continues to breathe your stupid name. I couldn’t breathe on my own. I hate you for making me believe in your promises that you will stay, no matter what happens. I hate you for being a part of my life, for scarring my heart with your love. You build walls around me with your kindest words and now that you were in love with someone else, I don’t know how to climb up, explore the world and start all over again. I’m afraid to jump on my own because you made me believe that fear won’t exist if you were here. I’m still afraid. I hate you for making me in love with your favorite song. After six years, it’s still playing in my head. I hate you, let me move on.

E.J. Cenita, A Letter For Someone I Hate The Most (via wnq-writers)

[stability]

[love-personal]

[assertivelyboring]

And if you’re lucky, I mean if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

One Tree Hill (via assertivelyboring)

[eliciaforever-deactivated201906]

Dear Tumblr,

All those posts you see of young artists charging $3, $6, $10 for a drawing because they need help? That’s fucking exploitation, and fuck you if you think it’s reasonable or a “good deal" to pay nickels and dimes to squeeze a full-color original drawing out of some talented, hardworking kid because things are tight, and they can’t afford their textbooks. Or food. They sure as hell can’t afford to make you art for $6.

Instead, stop. And ask them where you can donate. If you can afford a $6 drawing, then you can afford to spend $6 simply to help someone. You don’t need internal organs as payment.

Don’t allow young artists to be exploited.

[asieybarbie]

this and this some more.

[bickpen-blog]

I’d go one step further and say: Offer to pay them decent Illustration wages instead if you still want a drawing, say around $20/hour. That way not only will you blow their socks off with your kindness and respect for their abilities, but you will also endow them with a sense of worth that they’re probably hurting for after being surrounded by the sort that makes them feel like their services are so worthless.

Illustration is a professional skill requiring years of training and dedication, regardless if there’s a school involved. If you enjoy that artist’s work and want to help them out, either donate like suggested above or else pay them what their work is worth and pass on the word.

[northgang]

[chrystelle-deactivated20181001]

the white guy is killin me

[dekutree]

“hmm..yes..ho….mhm”

[buddyfriendpal]

*looks nervously at obama* “h….ho………”

[thequotejournals]

Something was and wasn’t there between us, something went on and went away.

Wislawa Szymborska, “First Love”  (via thequotejournals)

[wnq-writers]

It’s not so much that you chose me It’s the fact that I chose you each and every single time It’s the feeling I get when your hand is in mine It’s your smile, and your heart It’s how you keep me and yourself together when things start to fall apart It’s the me I become when I stand next to you It’s the YOU you’ve become after all we’ve been through I’ve never been sure of a single thing in my life Yet I’ve only doubted this journey a handful of times After years of ups and downs I’d choose you time and time again Because more than a lover you’ve always been my best friend

Rafelina Michelle  (via wordsnquotes)

[slapping]

I don’t think feelings change, not people. I think situations change. I know that it’s possible to dislike someone after loving them so much or to love someone after feeling so much hate towards them but, it’s not because people change, it’s because it’s not the same anymore. It’s because something made you think differently, something opened your eyes, something caused you to see everyday the way it is at last. It’s like days. Days can be cloudy, or days can be sunny but days don’t change, the weather does. And nothing can play a part in that or fix that, they can just let it be.

Unknown (via slapping)

[radiorahem]

damn i've been following some yall for 3-4 years now

[hoodjab]

And Yall still haven’t talked me 😭

[with-practice]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[leepacey]

a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)

[narcon9-deactivated20190103]

That’s exactly the appropriate response.

[wnq-writers]

Letting go is not freedom. It’s downing a bottle of whiskey and sobbing until the sun comes up. It’s four a.m when your heart aches too much for you to sleep. It’s seeing and remembering every time your eyes fall shut. It is a pain of its own kind; a wound replacing a wound. It’s beginning to wonder whether hanging on could ever hurt as much as this.

stolenallthestars, I don’t want to miss him forever | h.m. (via wnq-writers)

[pettycentral]

[therealxtina]

Britney (1998-2000) // Christina (1998-2012)

[greelin]

staying @ someone else’s place is so perpetually uncomfortable? everything feels like an inconvenience + invasion of privacy. sitting in a chair? inconvenience. opening a cabinet to get a glass? invasion of privacy. breathing? invasion of