some days are just bad days
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
--Mandy Hale (via morbid-twat)

(Source: theraptorkay)

We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.
--Ryan O’Connell, You Don’t Have To Be Friends With Everybody (via larmoyante)
anxiety sucks man
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
--Haruki Murakami (via spacebetweenthespaces)

And all the mornings we could have together spent talking, eating, laughing, snoozing a little longer, and just enjoying each other; I want all these things.

I want those mornings where we both don’t know what’s going on, the sleep still clinging to our very bodies, begging for us to return to our beds.

I want those days where you kiss me awake, and I see your puffy face smiling back at me.

I want to brush aside the hair that has fallen down your beautifully worn face. I want to kiss you until we remember that we are late for work. I want to hold you until it is noon, and we have wasted all the hours of our day; but it will be time well invested.

I want these things, those moments of living life, where it was once silent and alone; is now spent with another soul next to me.

I want them; and I want them with you.

--T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.
--White Oleander, Janet Fitch  (via paintdeath)

(Source: glutenfreevodka)

ever since ethan and i broke up

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