yencid:

Because sometimes people dont want to hear that it gets better

people want their pain to be acknowledged 

(via ahappychap)

irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

(via chupbuttcabra)

plantvibes:

kind things 2 do for ur body when ur feeling down:

  • put on your favourite music
  • take lots of deep breaths
  • chill out somewhere u feel safe and warm
  • eat the snacks u like if u are hungry 
  • remember to stay hydrated
  • draw a warm bath and get sleepy
  • cuddle w yourself because friend u are soft an safe and i am so proud of where u are at, take your time u are doing really well

(via arcticmornkeys)

"every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you."

to fathers with daughtersrupi kaur (via rupikaur)

(via thebaconsandwichofregret)

pumpkin-iron:

burpees-and-boobies:

twerkforcats:

oldfilmsflicker:

this is so great

this is amazing

this actually made me cry.

I GOT SHIVERS AND TEARS WOWWW T.T

(Source: youtube.com, via live-laugh-love-relax)

"In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again."

— Don Draper, “The Wheel”
(via wastedoff-yourlove)

(Source: wastedoff-yourlove, via fieryxstars)

"I am just a person,
lost in between girl and boy, made of hand me down flannels and poetry.
Lipstick stains and broken hearts.
My knees are bruised from kneeling for too long at the feet of false prophets.
My hands still shake from the day I held a baby bird,
and realized there is no beauty in dying.
When I speak my throat burns from all the words I swallowed like vodka at 3 am.
On bad days my brown eyes look like oil spills from my car crash heart.
But oh, I make the misery look so pretty.
On bad days,
I will push you away from me like your touch is electrical
and I am fully aware that I’m sitting in a puddle of my own tears. On bad days,
I will look more like a tornado than a person.
Ruining everything in our home.
Ripping pictures off the walls,
as if our smiling faces were mocking me.
But on good days,
on good days
I will never run out of ways to spell I love you.
Moaning it into your neck,
writing it with my tongue across your spine.
You will hear it ringing in my laughter,
and see it in every smile.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you."

— (via spilledink-and-chaitea)

(Source: spilledink-and-chiatea, via fieryxstars)

"You do not need pasta."

— Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning  (via seabelle)

(via tardispants)

manticoreimaginary:

To Love Life
By Ellen Bass

The thing is
to love life
to love it even when you have no
stomach for it, when everything you’ve held
dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands
and your throat is filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you so heavily

(Source: tumblr.com)