There are always going to be people in life trying to bring you down. The best thing you can do for yourself is cut them out of your life and live happy and positive.


Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us like a love letter
In a landfill.

But whatever
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever.


Andrea Gibson, “How It Ends” (via feellng)

(via day--dream--nation)

"One. Do not promise when you’re happy.
Two. When you are angry, do not respond.
Three. Do not decide when you’re sad."

Wisdom (via parlouz)

(Source: soulist-aurora, via zombiesatemyboyfriend)

"If someone hurts you or treats you badly, it’s not because you provoked them. It’s not because you let them hurt you. It’s because they were willing to hurt another human being. It’s because of them, not because of you. Do not blame yourself for other people’s actions."

"Other people are not medicine."

It took me 9 years to figure that out (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: slutsandsinners, via anotsocowardlylion)

"I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which."

"I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."

Henry David Thoreau (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via day--dream--nation)

"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles."

C. JoyBell C. (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via day--dream--nation)


You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.


danielle laporte  (via realdwntomars)

(Source: chelsieautumn, via endlessn0stalgia)

"So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide."

this keeps me going. (via caffheine)

(Source: whilde-daisi, via airizonah)

"I do not remember the exact moment I fell in love with you.
No it was more a series of moments that fell into place.
It was the sound of your voice when you first said my name.
Or the smell of your perfume clinging to me after you left for work.
It was the taste of wine on your lips after a perfect kiss.
Or watching you put on makeup as you sat across my lap.
It was you teasing me for smoking “girly” camel crushes.
Or days spent at the dog park in the Texas sun.
It was the night I was furious I didn’t defend you in that fight.
And I knew then that for some time I had wanted you to be mine.
No, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell for you.
What I know is i fell for you like dominoes.
In succession, one by one, everything falling exactly into place.
It was like it was planned, even the obstacles we faced.
And despite whatever hardship it never felt forced.
Thoughts of you scaled my walls with ease.
It was like I had no walls at all. No barriers keeping you out.
I quickly learned that time can be more precious than gold.
Because some people come into your life with numbered days.
And they can either pass through quietly or stay.
You awaken parts of me that morning coffee never could.
And your breath is more intoxicating than my favorite liquor.
The way your skin feels is better than shaved legs on bed sheets.
And your hands move over me like a sculptor over marble.
Like a composer over piano keys.
Like an architect planning cities.
You became my favorite movie on repeat, the climax of my favorite song.
You were like an ice day in Middle School…we don’t get snow days back in Texas.
You were an unexpected break from reality.
An impromptu holiday.
A day spent with friends, in blanket forts with mugs of hot chocolate.
Im sure that If I ever went blind I could still read you this love poem.
I’m fluent in Braille as long as it’s written in goosebumps on your thighs.
And your eyes, are brighter than Christmas lights on a chilly December night.
They are the cool blue of mountain lakes, snowmelt formed, deep and calm.
sunlight reflecting on their glassy surface.
They are green like the moss on the logs of that lakeshore.
They are the grey of storm clouds rolling over those mountaintops.
Full of thunder and rain, flashes of lightning flickering within.
I am standing outside, palms outstretched, waiting for your downpour.
I am diving in deep, no thoughts of resurfacing.
You are lifelines. Kite strings. Endless possibility."