Absolute zero

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Jul 1st
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i’m posting this here bc i’m too lazy to log into my poetry blog cool 

Describes everything so perfectly.
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
by

James Frey 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

(Source: psych-facts, via thechosenisyou)

1. I still love you, and it hurts
2. I made myself sick with the thought of her touching your skin
3. Please don’t tell me you don’t love me back.
4.
5. I flinch every time I hear your name; it’s like a lit match is touching my skin
6. I wish your hands were instead
7.
8. Please tell me you love me back.
by MP (d-e-a-t-h-grip)

(Source: d-e-a-t-h-grip, via doul0ureuse)

1. Cut your hair every now and then. Fresh starts are always nicer than you think. Who needs split ends anyways.

2. Pick a song you really like. Listen to that song a lot. And I mean a lot. Dance around your room naked to that song, beat the song lifeless till it annoys the hell out of you. Then pick a new song and go through the same process. We all need to really hear music, we need to understand what the song we are listening to is really about.

3. Paint your toes black, make it as perfect as possible. Then, scratch it off. Remember nothing is permanent.

4. Go on a run with your dog. Try to race him and beat him. Realize you can out run many things. Then go back and pet your dog, realize that some things you need to go back for.

5. Decorate a plain backpack. Glue on sparkles, glitter, diamonds, newspaper and magazine clippings, lace & ribbon, anything else that may fancy you. Remember, you don’t have to be the same person you were a minute ago.

6. Buy some pretty lights and string them up in your room. Turn off all the lights except for one when you go to bed. Remember it isn’t always dark and lonely. Change your perspective.

7. Lay outside one night. Breathe in breathe out. Accept that you are only one person and cannot do everything at one time. You can take your time. The creator of the stars you’re looking up at did not do it all in one day. Pace yourself.

8. Get up every morning and stand in front of the mirror. Naked, fully clothed, backwards, upside down, who cares how, just do it. Observe yourself. Notice the wrinkles under your eyes from laughing a lot. Count your freckles. Admire your ass. Then name 3 things you love about yourself. You need to love yourself.


by Tips from Blossite on how to be okay with yourself. (via blossite)

(via mypastmypresentandmyfuture)

For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.
by Andy Rooney (via simply-quotes)

(via teenagers-ontherun)

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
by Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s
(via shegufta)

(via thisboythatgirl)

Stop running after the waves. Let the sea come to you.
by Elif Shafak (via perfect)

(Source: a-thousand-words, via l0st-in-transl4ti0n)

distance teaches you to let yourself hear their voice, and feel as if it was their arms; and when you finally feel their arms, it feels like heaven
by Lauren Schwanke (via empyreal)

(via zackychuu)

Dear Baby, I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it.
by Waitress (2007)

(Source: iamthebricklayer, via sweetheartists)

When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
by How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(via killingy0u)

I have built a home
for you
in my heart;
just know
the door may
not always be open,
but it will always
be unlocked.
by Michelle K., To You, It’s Always to You. (via michellekpoems)

(via sacredsativa)

Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.
by cogitoergoblog on Facebook  (via elauxe)

(Source: magicalmatt, via -extremities)