I have to stop falling in love with memories.

9 word story - t0xic-roses (via perfect)
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Keep your relationship private without keeping your partner a secret. There’s a difference between privacy and secrecy.

 Learn to love and live from me at everythingyoulovetoohate.tumblr.com (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
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it’s so late and i’m terrible tired and
i have to drag my bones out of bed
in a few hours but
i can’t help thinking that
you are laying in bed thinking that
the world is better off without you,
that you’ve barely made a dent in
the history book pages and one day
your name won’t belong to you anymore,
and then here i am,
wondering if you know that
i am wondering if you know
that i think the world is a love
letter folded delicately around
your fingertips, not yet quite opened
but then here i am,
wondering how on earth
you could think everything would
be better with you gone
when i can’t even picture
what colours would look like
if you disappeared.
I love you beautiful…

 Learn to love and live from me at everythingyoulovetoohate.tumblr.com (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
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i was melting ice
and you were winter
it was perfect
when it all started
but somehow you
turned too cold

and i broke.

MJLsummer didn’t go so well either (request)
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There’s nothing harder
than putting yourself back
together every morning.

wtm, ten word poem
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I used to not moan peoples names during sex;
That is until you and I fucked,
I screamed your name because it felt like heaven,
so much that I couldn’t remember the difference between you and god.

Mnb // how is it a sin when you make it feel so good? (via fall-like-art)
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Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. “You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.” Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

Unknown  (via spinals)
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  • AnonymousYou know how in winter it gets so cold and you think you will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot you think you will never be cold again? I think that is how it is with your feelings, like when you are sad you think you will never be happy and when you are happy you think you will never be sad. But you will be hot again and you will be cold again and you will be sad again, but most of all you will be happy again.
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    Wow. That is actually so clever! Well I hope everyone becomes happy again xx

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When I’m without you, I feel like I’m missing something, an arm or a leg; It’s not exactly fatal, but you never quite get used to it being gone.

short poetry (via thefoolandthesinner)
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Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.

(via coconutcaves)
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Take your time getting dressed this morning; read a book, make yourself some breakfast. The world can wait.

The art of recovery.   (via weremadetoopretty)
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