The things you hope for
the most are the things that destroy you in the end

1. Wash your sheets every two weeks, I promise you’ll sleep better.

2. If a boy breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.

3. If a girl breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.

4. School is important, but there are many things you can’t learn in a classroom. Pursue them.

5. Find your passion, and run with it.

6. No, you don’t need to lose weight.

7. You are beautiful without make up.

8. You are beautiful with make up.

9. Being a good person will never go out of style

10. Buy yourself flowers if you’re feeling sad.

11. Getting enough sleep is very important.

12. Drinking water has so many benefits

13. Believe in fairytales, believe in love, and allow no one to steal your magic.

14. Reading is good for the soul.

15. I am not here to judge you, but I will always support what I think is best for you.

16. I appreciate you.

17. I am proud of you.

18. Even on your worst days, you will never disappoint me.

19. I love you no matter what.

— 19 Things I Will Tell My Daughter (via brennanat)

moanjett:

Melrose Diner | The Wonder Years

I hate the way I get when I can’t handle bad news,

it feels like I’ve been an asshole for months.

All I’ve got left are these handfuls of fuck you

and man, that’s never enough.

jaclcfrost:

a list of emotions i feel frequently

  • no
  • fall out boy
  • 4 am
  • lying face down on the floor
  • no shirt
  • what

willsmiff:

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

i.)
The scraping of metal to metal,
fracturing of glass, the ejection of
airbag cushioning your chest:
a boxing glove hugging your sternum.
Siren songs follow shortly after.
People ask, Are you okay?

ii.)
Air at 2:47 AM seems to carry sound better.
It’s clearer, cleaner; there’s less muddled
space for the sonic notes to travel. As they
nestle neatly into my ears, I stand
feet away from the train tracks.
The whistle yells at the top of it’s lungs:
Please look out for me. I don’t want to hurt you.

iii.)
When you left, there wasn’t any rubble,
debris, or disaster zone. Ground zero
looked exactly like the cutting ceremony.
The worst part was the silence. Nothingness
pounded my ears closed. I couldn’t even
hear my own breathing. I forgot what a
heartbeat was.

Cacophony by Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)
Music is a safe kind of high.
— Jimi Hendrix   (via patriciaflamboyant)

idon-tevenwantoknow:

THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A RUSTIC CABIN IN THE WOODS AWAY FROM ALL SOCIETYimage

THEN THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A MODERN ASS HOUSE image

THEN I’M LIKE I’LL ACCEPT NOTHING MORE THAN A VICTORIAN MANOR
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THEN I WANT A PENTHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK
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THEN I WANT ONE OF THOSE HOUSE MADE OUT SHIPPING CONTAINERSimage

THEN I WANT A FRENCH CHATEAUimage

BUT I ALSO WANT A TREE HOUSEimage

AND FALLINGWATER image

AND A LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE OCEANimage

HOUSES ARE SO COOL

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
— Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman (via adderalldust)

hisprophets:

and it probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide

whereareyoupress:

The Problem With First Dates or How To Really, Really, Really Not Get Laid by Brenna Twohy

Brenna Twohy is a two-time National Poetry Slam competitor and is one of the four poets featured in So, What? our newest release!

Copies are available at the Where Are You Press etsy store, but be fast! This is a limited run!

angryblackman:

"How are your grades?"

"What are you majoring in?"

"Have you got a girlfriend?"

"What do you want to do when you graduate?"

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