"Everything I loved killed me."
me @ every occasion

me @ every occasion

cybernatings:

just one last time again

cybernatings:

just one last time again

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept  (via elauxe)

impactings:

Did you know that if you suffer from depression, anxiety or any other mental illness you can register your dog as an emotional support animal, making it illegal for a landlord to refuse to rent to you? That’s right. No breed restrictions, no weight restrictions, no matter what, they are not allowed to refuse.

Dear baby,
I don’t know how to say this to you.
We’re coming from generations
of women who deserved better.
Who loved like healing
and smiled like lightning bolt.
Always watching the door slam
and gently waiting for a return,
gently waiting for someone to say sorry to,
gently waiting for someone to come back.
Baby, people wear bravery differently.
Baby, I hope you don’t forget to leave once the love starts emptying you.
Baby, I don’t remember if I cried when
I saw my mother’s heart break for the first time,
but I hear pieces of it still haunt that Brooklyn apartment.
Baby, don’t let anyone turn you into a phantom love affair,
into an aching ghost or something to be mourned.
Baby, love yourself like you’re not waiting for
someone else to do it.
Baby, have dreams bigger than the hurt.
Take the Sunday mornings and take
the bad nights and take the changing leaves
until you aren’t homesick for something better.
This wicked thing that’s got it’s hands inside of you,
this wicked thing with its claws and its fangs
that tells you that you must love what doesn’t love you right,
baby, you’re stronger than all of it.
Baby, I promise to still love you on the days
that you think you aren’t.
Baby, I promise to still believe in you
on the days you can’t believe in yourself
and on the days you think you don’t have a reason to.
Y.Z, for my future daughter (via rustyvoices)

They say in a collision
that there are three
areas of impact:

First, the vehicle
with the object,
followed by your
body with the
vehicle, and,
finally,
your internal organs
with your body.

And every time
I heard this,
I always thought
that I was too
smart for that,
that I knew better
than that,
that I would always
be careful,
that I would always
look out for
myself.

But now,
it makes sense,
how a heart
can smash
so quickly,

when we went
from 100
to 0 just
like
that.

K.P.K

Just Like That by k.p.k

(via towritepoems)
I remember the time we went to an art gallery: I was in a room full of masterpieces, and all I could look at was you.
You’re a work of art, IS. (via wordsofindya)
n-xstalgic:

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