protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”
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protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”
things that make me smile:
guys holding flowers in their hands because you know he’s about to make someone’s day
couples who are obviously on a first date and are still in that shy yet eager getting to know you phase
anyone who gets up for old people on the bus or train
the pleasantly shocked and surprised face of said old person because they realize that kindness isn’t dead
handwritten letters
people holding hands with their parents (especially if they aren’t children anymore)
friends saying ‘i love you’ to each other because platonic love is so so underrated
the face of a student who studied so hard for a test and actually did really well
people who admit that they are wrong without resentment and are willing to learn from their mistakes
someone who makes you feel like there’s still something worth smiling about in this world when you think you might not make it
“The Fruit Of Suffering” (acrylic on card stock 3.75 x 4 inches)
I didn’t feel anything.
Be with someone who would drive five hours, just to see you for one.
Latelycravingmore (via latelycravingmore)
How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
Doc Luben - “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” (via slasherbarbie)
I am so filled with you I am spilling over.
Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus (via violentwavesofemotion)