Sade Olutola
blake kathryn
i don't do bad sauce passes
cherry valley forever
Andulka
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tannertan36
Discoholic 🪩
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
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Janaina Medeiros
trying on a metaphor
@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER
titsay
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art
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@trissaaa
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.
Unknown (via misjudgments)
I hope that even after two years, you hear my name and cringe because you realize how good I was to you and how bad you fucked up
i am physically, mentally and emotionally ready to enter a new phase in my life
you’re someone’s dream person
I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via wordsnquotes)
make peace with everything that makes it hard for you to sleep.
livedef (via wnq-writers)
choose people who choose you.
The Morning After You Cheated On Her
The morning after you cheated on her, she woke up early. She looked at the space in the bed next her, expecting to see you curled up like a quiet question mark, but you weren’t there. So she assumed you had gone out to get groceries instead, like you sometimes do, for coffee creamer or bagels or that frozen yogurt flavor you knew she liked so much.
The morning after you cheated on her, she checked her email. Ordered a few new plates for the kitchen cupboard, went on a run. She showered and smiled as the water left droplets against the pale skin of her arm, remembering how the dew on the bouquet of roses you once brought her formed that same pattern.
The morning after you cheated on her, she was thinking of you. Out of all the things she could be thinking of at any given moment - her parents, grad school, what to make for dinner, the number of trees in New York City - she was thinking of you. And when the girl you’d slept with texted her to say she was sorry, she didn’t know you had been dating her, she’d had no idea she had just helped you cheat, she was thinking of you too.
The morning after you cheated on her, she got dressed again, but this time in pajamas. She went back to bed. She tried not to think of you; she tried to think about how to forgive you. She thought about opening the door to you when you came back, to pretend that everything was normal. She thought about making that lasagna you liked so much for dinner. The one with ricotta and sun-dried tomatoes. The one you ate the day you moved in together.
The morning after you cheated on her, she threw her phone across the room. She thought about the difference between spite and anger. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered if it was that bit of cellulite on her legs that had done it. Or that mole on her left cheek. Or maybe her eyebrows were too thick, or her eyes were too close together.
But then, after a while, on the morning after you cheated on her, she decided it was you that had done it. And even though it was hard, she deleted your number. Put your things on the back porch. Threw away the lasagna ingredients. Made the bed. Left a note on the door that asked you to kindly never come back again.
And the morning after you cheated on her, when you came back to the locked house, you felt a bit like you’d cheated yourself too. Because you missed out on the greatest thing in your life, even as it was right in front of you, waiting for you to come back to bed.
It’s crazy how much you’ll tolerate for someone you care about
it really does! (via glassbonespaperskin)
will I ever be someone’s first choice? lmao probably not
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
Sometimes, I just need to be told that I’m not as bad as I think I am.
(via cut-and-puff)
Someone: Are you taken? Me: Ya for granted
hey i used to b uglier believe it or not
You are drowning yourself by overthinking everything. The next time you find yourself overthinking or beating yourself over something, picture something simple and put no thought into it. Look at the trees moving in the wind or take a moment to look at how beautiful this world is. This world is too beautiful for you to waste your time in unecessary thoughts that are just drowning you.
I used to think I was being too picky but fuck that. I deserve someone who wants to know about me. It may sound silly but I don’t wanna be out here fucking with people who never ask my favorite color or if I ate today. I deserve someone who wants to hear my dreams just as much as I want to hear theirs. I deserve the same energy and effort I release. Fuck that.
