1. I can lose weight but I’ll never be thin,
    I can smile but I’ll never be happy,
    I can try but I’ll never succeed.
    Late night thoughts (via subconscious-vibes)
    Reblogged from: rainingrubybutterflies
  2. rainingrubybutterflies:

(not my pic)
    Reblogged from: rainingrubybutterflies
  3. avokatie:

10knotes:

What even are cats?
WE MAY NEVER TRULY KNOW


I don’t even really like cats but this made me so happy

    avokatie:

    10knotes:

    What even are cats?

    WE MAY NEVER TRULY KNOW

    I don’t even really like cats but this made me so happy

    Reblogged from: avokatie
  4. banshee-princesse:

yeah…
these feeling won’t drown, never ~

    banshee-princesse:

    yeah…

    these feeling won’t drown, never ~

    Reblogged from: natures-pavement
  5. You cannot hurt yourself better,
    you cannot starve yourself to happiness
    and you will not find answers
    in the destruction of yourself.


    Taking yourself to pieces
    will not make you whole
    and hitting rock bottom
    is not the only way up.

    N.J., I know you are hurting, but you don’t have to hurt yourself too. (via painstained-letters)
    Reblogged from: aaaalllliiiissssaaaa
  6. Reblogged from: shedding-my-fat-suit
  7. Reblogged from: pursuingsuccesss
  8. bonelessbuffalochicken:

"You’re gonna do great today"

    bonelessbuffalochicken:

    "You’re gonna do great today"

    Reblogged from: beccaradiating
  9. There is this odd trend
    of taken women
    saying they are too much,
    and how the men they love
    are amazing for dealing with them.

    Love should not be a responsibility.
    You should not have to deal with me.
    Just because a woman is wild
    and free
    does not mean she is difficult.
    He is not a martyr for loving me
    through the good
    and not so good.

    Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
    you do not get a gold star
    for still loving me.

    Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
    you do not get a gold star
    for loving me.

    I am not a hurricane of a girl,
    you always have the chance to leave.

    Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via therainssmallhands)
    Reblogged from: inpursuitofbrunch
  10. I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

    Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

    Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

    But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

    And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

    We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

    We never know when the bus is coming.

    Reblogged from: justkeepbreathing831
  11. I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

    Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

    Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

    But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

    And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

    We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

    We never know when the bus is coming.

    Reblogged from: justkeepbreathing831
  12. just-yasmeen:

    pandaexpressvevo:

    do you ever get a text and think “nah” and go back to whatever you’re doing

    or a phonecall

    Reblogged from: shedding-my-fat-suit
  13. netlfix:

    no matter what you’re good at there will be a 7 year old chinese kid who’s better

    Reblogged from: shedding-my-fat-suit
  14. There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

    F. Scott Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)

    This made me realize you can’t compare your past relations with your new ones, every flame burns differently.

    (via fulmadz)

    Reblogged from: beccaradiating
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