Sometimes friends become enemies but what’s worse is when they become strangers.– Hayley Williams (via fueledbyrain)
Things She Loves: humansareprudes: I’m not allowed... →
humansareprudes: I’m not allowed to kiss you. See, I think about kissing you so often that it’s become one of those rules I have set for myself, like not wearing heels after three glasses of dark red wine. I think about kissing you when the sun is just setting over the mountains and I…
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said. People will forget what you...– Maya Angelou (via princesselzyte)
I have realized that a good cry when appropriate, is what helps me to rationalize, think in other’s perspectives, and become more accepting, understanding, and even a little more positive. It’s like my mind becomes less cluttered after I release some tears. I’ll ask for advice and listen, but it won’t be until after I cry, when I’ll go to myself and say “what...
For you are the sun and I can’t go back to dark now that I’ve seen you.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not...– Albert Camus (via showslow)
In this situation, ultimately I will be unhappy...
I need to get out of this.
I'm use to disappointment, so it's okay.
Why won't I ever be good enough?
ssmoke-and-mirrorss: I mean, I’m always the one who’s wrong, or who isn’t pretty enough or skinny enough or smart enough or ‘cool’ enough. I’ve been thinking this for a while. What if I won’t be good enough for anyone?
"Luck" comes at a price. :/
Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put...– Audre Lorde (via transformfeminism)
I can't help but wonder whether or not you think...
I have missed a lot of chances in my life, but...
And I regret that painfully.
Wow, it's gone. It's really gone. And what makes...
The only thing that makes me sad still is the memory of those 2 nights -the night you changed and the night I confronted you about it. The memories of us don’t make me sad, not even in a “I miss this” kind of way, they make me smile. But thinking of the abrupt end and the words afterwards kills me still.
Why’s that squirrel chasing the other squirrel? `Because he loves her. Then...– ~New York, I Love You (via justine0ac)
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders aren't...