viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2014

it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
7 Things I Wish Parents Would Stop Teaching Their Children:


  1. That nudity is inherently sexual
  2. That people should be judged for their personal decisions
  3. That yelling solves problems
  4. That they are too young to be talking about the things they’re already starting to ask questions about
  5. That age correlates to importance
  6. That interacting with someone of the opposite sex is inherently romantic
  7. That the default for someone is straight and cisgender

“There’s so much more to life than what you’re feeling now.”

“Sometimes you just can’t save someone from themselves.”
Dave Grohl, In response to Kurt Cobain’s suicide (via hidr0xide)


“I want you to feel something when you hear my name”
Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realize that you don’t anymore.
One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
Six. 
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
— The six stages of falling in love with her. // 
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
— Joanne Harris,
I wonder if I look as empty as I feel
— Ten word stor
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
— Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol 


Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
I wanted to kill myself and you were yelling about dirty dishes
If you gotta force it, just leave it alone. Relationships, friendships, ponytails.. Just leave it.
— Reyna Biddy 

I’ll be ninja and you’ll be ninja, deal? I try not to miss you this much but I can’t help it and there’s things that always want to tell you but I can’t. Apart of me will always miss you and ugh. I’ll stop