She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when they hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty.
Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky (via soulsscrawl)
No, you don’t fucking deserve a good night text you piece of shit
how am i supposed to forget you when every time i go outside i see things that remind me of you
- garbage cans
- dog shit
- asshole people
- those babies that you want to punch in the face because they wont stop crying no matter what
there’s this thing u should try it’s called stop ignoring me
I really want someone. Someone who I can be myself around, completely silly or completely serious. A person who will laugh along at my stupidest jokes or hold me when I’m sad. A person to go out and walk around the city with, going wherever we please, or just stay at home with and watch movies all night. We’ll eat whatever we want and sleep whenever we want. Just be there for each other. Just someone to love.
There’s always gonna be that one person that you can’t get out of your mind no matter how hard you try.
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.
It’s strange that most of the time we never think of people leaving and you just think that they will always be around. Then, one day, they are gone and you have this big empty space inside your chest. But, that’s all I know so far. I don’t know if you ever stop missing them or if one day you can let them back into your life and hope that they won’t hurt you again.
It’s a cute little thing though.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that owls are incredibly dangerous predators seen by cultures throughout the world as ill omens. Especially when they look like toasted marshmallows.
My boss once described them as flying pillows filled with seething hatred.
Further confirming that owls are the avian equivalent of cats.
This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today.
Hoping I’ll be able to say this on July 26, 2015.