“But with her, I didn’t glance around to see who was staring before I kissed her and held her in my arms. I simply did it. Because it didn’t matter who was looking, for the first time in my life I didn’t care. And that’s how I know she is different.”—
“Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”—Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via cultivate-solitude)
“All is well. You did not come here to fix a broken world. The world is not broken. You came here to live a wonderful life. And if you can learn to relax a little and let it all in, you will begin to see the universe present you with all that you have asked for.”—Esther Hicks (via ancora-imparo)
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”—writepoemsaboutme (via kvtes)
“Sleep with me. I couldn’t care less if were wearing five layers of clothes, or nothing at all. You belong in my bed. You deserve to feel the comfort of what I call ‘paradise’.
Sleep with me. I’ll help you recreate the warmth that left your fingertips years ago. I want to hear you breathe easily, as the sound drowns out every single worry on my weary mind.
Sleep with me. I don’t mean to create such a sense urgency, but you deserve to feel safe, and I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.”—Connotativewords | jl | Slumber (via moonsads)
“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am … You are a shit.”—Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via perfect)
“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.”—Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via awriterandnothingelse)
“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.”—Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via xixlilies)
I have transformed your place
pink panties on the floor
because I just got into your shower
with my pink shampoo
and my pink body wash
and next I will brush my teeth
with your arm and hammer
using my very pink toothbrush
and then set it down on your white counter
I’ll kiss your tattooed body
and you’ll compliment my smooth skin
it’s because I used your loofa
to clean myself
1) I haven’t spoken to my dad in four years.
he texted me tonight,
old, feeble and gray and said
“I paid you off already in child support. Leave me alone, thanks.”
I was another bill,
2) “we haven’t been honest with each other,” she says.
I was too much feeling,
too many emotions.
I was another hassle,
3) she stands next to me in the cold
as I cry that I’m not perfect,
that I’m working on it,
that I’m still putting together my life.
she hugs me and tells me
it’s okay not to be strong,
that sometimes sadness needs to be with sadness.
“you are not a worry,” she says.
and I believe her.
4) my mom calls me at 12:06 a.m.
I miss the call because I’m outside thinking.
the text she leaves says,
“I love you, babygirl. I hope you’re smiling.”
I am loved.
I am loved.
”—sometimes, you just have to remember..you are loved, by the right people//d.a.h (via whisperingbones)
“I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.”—(via carelessly)