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Hold on to me now
And just don’t let me go-
I am too easily able
To find reasons
To leave.
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)
If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)
Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
Mandy Hale  (via badluckbabes)
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via cleamour)
The smarter the woman is, the more difficult it is for her to find the right man.
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A strong man can handle a strong woman. A weak man will say she has an attitude.

(via awovoxo)

One of my favorite quotes.

(via boardssandbridles)

Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
Things I’ll teach my children (via ohhhkat)
Sometimes, being in recovery feels worse than actually cutting, starving, or using. Sometimes, recovery feels like entire cities are collapsing within your bones, begging you to cave and crumble too. Sometimes, it feels like gravity is weighing so heavy in your shoulders that you wouldn’t be surprised if the Earth swallowed you whole. You will sometimes feel like you’ve fallen lower than you’d ever thought possible. But in order for there to be a low, there has to be a high. You are not destined to spend eternity choking on soil. You are destined to feel not sleeves, but the breeze on your wrist during humid summer days. You are destined to catch sight of your reflection while window-shopping or puddle-hopping so you can appreciate the way your soul has learned to glow. Someday, the memories of sadness and traces of scars will fade while love and kindness bloom in your footsteps and sprout all around you. One day tears will threaten to spill from your eyes as you look back at how far you’ve come. One day, you will feel whole enough to say, “I’ve made it.” And your feet will carry you on.
r.c.b. // The truth about recovery (via savemeserendipity)
I think about you moaning my name.

imsohotimakedevilssweat:

I hate when people are like “Oh its your family, you have to love them!”

Um no, fuck you.

Sometimes your family members are bad people. Sometimes they do bad things to you. And there is no reason at all why you have to love them.

You are allowed to hate whoever you want if they treat you badly

If they don’t like you who the fuck cares.
Unknown (via phuckindope)