Tuesday, July 22, 2014

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.

Monday, July 21, 2014
sneakymonster:

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.

sneakymonster:

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.

(Source: looo-ch)

Saturday, July 19, 2014
threelisabeth:

this is so scary and taylor swift is so brave and powerful

threelisabeth:

this is so scary and taylor swift is so brave and powerful

(Source: tswiftdaily)

Friday, July 11, 2014
8. When you grow up without father a heavy myth engulfs you. There is this gross familiar idea of daddy issues, which is a wariness of your needs. The fear that they are bigger than those of others. Can any man love you enough? Will he be crushed by what you lack? You yourself are constantly checking to see if the hurt is showing. Jutting out like a broken hip bone, revealing itself embarrassingly like spinach between your teeth. You worry that your dadlessness will be used to pinpoint all your sadness. excerpt but go read the whole thing - Sara Bivigou is new & noteworthy at This Recording (via coffeeslut)
Saturday, July 5, 2014
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

F. Scott Fitzgerald.

It only gets dark for a few hours at night during summer in Aberdeen and it is the most depressing thing ever.

Friday, July 4, 2014
He reminded me of one great thing, though, which is that when he begins tracing and tickling your bare back absent-mindedly one night, you lying on your stomach next to him, and you mutter that you love when he does that, the only correct response for any human, ever, is to murmur “Oh yeah?” and then continue doing it for endless minutes. He didn’t have to, but he did, because that is what you do when someone reveals their favorite simple thing. You do it. It costs you nothing. HEY, STOP IT: I Am My Own Ingrid Michaelson Song  (via onemoresalutetovanity)
Wednesday, June 25, 2014

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

Stephen Fry (via waxenneat)
Tuesday, June 24, 2014

SCOTLAND:

Where it is illegal to buy alcohol after 10pm making it impossible to go hook up with some HOT guy because god forbid you enter an intimate social situation with someone you barely know sober.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
lol tho seriously? again? no i will not add you

lol tho seriously? again? no i will not add you

theladychelsea:

honeyyvanille:

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

I absolutely needed to read that.

(Source: sarahaliceyoung)

fauxlita:

god what is it with me and getting involved with sociopathic emotionally stunted manbabies in June this happened last year too

Samesies! Except mine has been the same terrible dude for the last three years :/
Sunday, June 1, 2014
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. Homer, The Iliad (via blessyourprops)

(Source: petrichour)

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Seeing him was so much harder than I thought it would be. He was fine, obviously over it. I was unsmiling, not really looking at him. The feeling swelled in me; it was more awkward than I thought, too. A few pieces of small talk dispersed through the silence and pretending to concentrate too much on the television.

It was strange and awful how much things had changed. We sat at opposite ends of the couch and I couldn’t stop thinking about how i couldn’t touch him. He isn’t mine anymore, and I’m not his. I kept wondering if he was seeing someone, or had even kissed someone. It’s been a month, and every time I go out to rebound I miss him, and I can’t seem to find an interest in anyone. I called him once at 3am when he was at home in Ireland. I was holding back tears and he was half asleep. Another time I jumped in a cab with a strange boy and instructed I be dropped off at the apartment I haven’t lived in for a year.

Somehow, I didn’t even realise just how much I love and miss him.

He said it was good to see me and I just sniggered. At the door he kissed my cheek and I held onto him for too long. I breathed it in, and he smiled when I let go. Not in a sympathetic way, but not cruel either. I closed the door and cried.

Thursday, May 29, 2014
People love to say “you can’t change a man.” Personally, I think that’s bullshit. You never hear anyone say “you can’t change a woman.” Because women are taught to be adaptable, to be easy-going, to be polite and deferential and take criticism with a smile. Women are taught to laugh at jokes that aren’t funny, to shrug off boys who tease them, to play nicely with others. Boys can be stubborn. Boys are the bosses. Boys turn into men who say “I am what I am. Take it or leave it.” And when they say that, it’s almost always time to leave it. I’m writing an advice column over at Splice Lit. (via nogreatillusion)
Wednesday, May 28, 2014

fawnbabe:

ghoul-babe:

why do boys pretend to like you and then do a 180 and leave
why do they give you forehead kisses and say “you make me happy” when they have EVERY INTENTION OF LEAVING

Boys are the worst fucking creatures that crawled out of hell

Colophon

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