[socialconflict-deactivated20240]

My goal is to be so warm and full of light that no one has any idea the kind of terrible shit I’ve seen and been through.

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”

— George Orwell (via quotemadness)

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself.”

— Maya Angelou (via quotemadness)

[aidashakur]

“6 months from now I will be in a different situation.”

Speak it into existence.

[foxyj26]

A better situation

[yllwlotus]

A healthier, more peaceful, positive situation.

[fleurison-deactivated20190824]

may you get a sign this week that shows you that you’re on the right path and that things are flowing and moving in your favor. may the sign be evident, clear, and direct

[jasminexvanilla]

[platano-madur0-deactivated20191]

Money talks

[thegoodvybe]

[last-picture-show]

Ruth Bernhard, Hips, Horizonzal, 1975

[recaption]

[itshardtoactnormal-blog]

You’re COMING OUT of your losing season. UNIVERSE is about to restore all that was lost.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what you’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.” - Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

[8-bitstories-deactivated2020062]

[sotick]

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”

—  Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via coral)

[crayonboxhearts]

#same

[virgoassbitch]

“I understand now that I am not a mess, but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now when someone asks me why I cry so often. ‘For the same reason I laugh so often - because I am paying attention.’”

- Glennon Doyle Melton

[tellherium]

“I like snow and roses, calm and storm; I like to love, I like to hate. Every contradiction, every absurdity, every folly–I harbor them all.”

— Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. January 1840 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[twister]

“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”

— Charles Bukowski (via coral)