My sun and my shine #bestfriend #14months

My sun and my shine #bestfriend #14months

People seem to think embracing life means to jump off cliffs and kiss strangers. Maybe it’s just slowly learning to love yourself.
— (via c0ntemplations)
At some point it doesn’t matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
— Jonathan Tropper, This Is Where I Leave You (via poehlermeyers)
Reblogged from The Tall Twig

Anonymous said: what if its hard to write what i feel, because its too compliacted


Start there. Talk about its complications. Write through the kinks and rough edges. Slowly break down your own walls. Fitzgerald said, “Leave your heart on the page,” and do exactly that. No matter how complicated it may be, just write everything down. 

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"You’re gonna do great today"


"You’re gonna do great today"

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a little bit of my FAVORITE THING TO DO

For all the things my hands have held,
The best by far is you
— Andrew McMahon, Cecilia and the Satellite (via meh-g)
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via makelvenotwar)
Reblogged from All you need is love.

my father tells me to stop shouting
but at this rate i’ll end up hoarse
before i pipe down
because there are too many things
to yell about.

the fact that my own mother
tells me that the anatomy
she helped create,
the same anatomy she tells me
i should never be ashamed of
needs to be covered when i go out,
that a skirt too short
or a dress too revealing
makes me look indecent,
yet I know this wouldn’t be her
if she had a son.

my father tells me that i’m too loud
but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down
to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them
in sons.
had a been a boy, he would’ve told me
to shout louder,
the the world wants to hear
what a man has to say.

I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until i wake up god from a peaceful
night’s sleep.
he created all men equally,
where do i fit in?

j.r (via flths)
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Nobody will ever love you quite the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.
— Axel (via cknd)