On the days when your body feels like a broken hour glass
and all you want is to tip it over and let the remaining sand spill out,
think of how many good minutes you still have left.
Heartbreak is like rain: eventually it dries up and disappears through the cracks
of whatever pieces your heart still contains,
replenishing it for next year.
Never trust a man who howls at you like a wolf
without treating you like the moon.
The only fingerprints someone should dust on your body
should be the fingerprints you want.
But your body is never a crime scene. And you are never the criminal.
Any scars on your skin are not periods. They are not the end of your life story,
but instead are hyphens, joining pain with the good to come.
The sound of your own pulse may alternately
crescendo and decrescendo, and some days you may want the music to end,
but keep on listening.
It’s the most beautiful symphony you’ll ever hear performed live.
enough of that “stick around for ur family” shit
here’s why you shouldn’t kill yourself u fucker
- fuckin puppies those cute lil shits
- dude have you seen the fucking maldives
- did i mention orgasms
- ddude fob is back together n they r releasing new pUNK SONGS
- so many concerts to go to
- fuckin WINTER. snow n shit
- the “keep calm and carry on” meme is dying
whenever im sad i look at this post
this post is now permanently on my desktop
Also, because jewelry is getting even sparklier and that’s pretty damn important. xD
"You shouldn’t hate another women because she is beautiful and you shouldn’t hate yourself because another women is beautiful. Like, that’s the trap that women fall into so much and they are like ”She is so beautiful I hate her”. I could never say something like that about another women. I celebrate everyone’s beauty. Celebrate their beauty and celebrate your own, find the beauty in yourself."- Cameron Diaz (via fitness-barbie)
"it’s so late and i’m terrible tired and- Learn to love and live from me at everythingyoulovetoohate.tumblr.com (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
i have to drag my bones out of bed
in a few hours but
i can’t help thinking that
you are laying in bed thinking that
the world is better off without you,
that you’ve barely made a dent in
the history book pages and one day
your name won’t belong to you anymore,
and then here i am,
wondering if you know that
i am wondering if you know
that i think the world is a love
letter folded delicately around
your fingertips, not yet quite opened
but then here i am,
wondering how on earth
you could think everything would
be better with you gone
when i can’t even picture
what colours would look like
if you disappeared.
I love you beautiful…"