Forgive others, not because they deserve happiness, but because you deserve peace.

heart:

winter is great because I can always wear huge sweaters and nobody has to know if I’m wearing a bra or not

sillysillysillysilly:

joryuu:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

Why aren’t we seeing this everywhere? Soooo much more meaningful than this, which was everywhere:

Right???? It’s so personal, which is so important!!!!!

sirenck:

it’s just. ferguson isn’t over. this shit won’t ever be over. but people have stopped reblogging, stopped posting, stopped raising awareness for this major event. people are still angry. i’m still angry. stay angry.

unapologeticfatty:

dancinnoutmypants:

this line just really means a lot to me. 

If you’ve never read or listened to Rachel Wiley’s “10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy” I suggest you do so. 

insane-fantasy:

 

omg this hurts

But then I realized I was holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we could wish all day long that they didn’t, but they always will.
Sarah Ockler (via queencruel)

uglygirlsclub:

don’t date anyone who isn’t proud of you

What is there to say? Everything is hard. Returning phone calls. Not choking when I try to speak. Getting out of bed. What is there to do? I put foot in front of foot and trust that I will not wobble enough to give myself away. Pour concrete into my mouth to have an excuse for struggling with answering questions. Stare at the window. Look at hills and think of five years from now, of eventual sleep, of digging a hole and jumping inside. I train myself to half-listen when others speak and still hear the noise in my chest. I nod appropriately. What else is there? Get up. Go. Go. Go. Pause. Go. Accelerate. Go. Go go go. No stop. No exit. No time to reflect. Just experience after experience, and then the shaky seconds spent recovering from them. Pouring black coffee into wounds. Getting your feelings hurt over people who are not thinking of you in that way, have never thought of you in that way. Wasting time playing the game, the same game, hoping it will work this time around. I have put all of my effort into things that never wanted me back, in hopes that I could change the outcome. How else can I communicate this? I do not want to try anything, with anyone, anymore.
Anything Anyone Anymore, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
Lessons Learned in Life (via onlinecounsellingcollege)