“You Know When You Love Someone. It Hums Through Every Inch Of Your Body. It Makes You Smile And Laugh

Hope builds slowly..

"When does the hurt end?" I think as I see his blue hat, I remember feeling blessed with his memory when he gave it.

Now it's a reminder of all that I've lost, all that he lost and doesn't care about.

But one day I search for a hat to wear and see I have more than just that one,

There's memories attached to the bucket hat, the banana hat and the one from the place I used to work.

Today I choose banana hat and remember my sisters laugh when she saw it. We were just starting out in the world, but we were building it slowly.

I put it own and it reminds me I'm more than others fingerprints.

I am my own, and I will find many more happy sunrises with other people.

It happens slowly, but if you just keep going it ends, I promise.

It’s a thought that constantly creeps in throughout the day It’s a thought that I wish I could keep at bay How did I get to the point where I question my worth? But the truth is this self-hate all starts from birth When we are young we are compared constantly So as we get older we do things more cautiously We lose that sense of creativity and freedom And if you pursue your dreams society thinks you have a problem I am not a label, I am not a number And when you call me harsh words just know I’ll remember I know what I deserve and how I should be treated But when I show my love for self the world says I’m conceited We set abnormal expectations that will only end in failure And try to cut our fat away as if our body was paper Our mind takes over as we try to vainly conform The media makes a boney body the image seen as norm But we are more than skin and bones And if we stay silent we unknowingly turn into clones I still struggle with my physical appearance But I’ll be better someday it only takes a little love and perseverance

Not Good Enough//Submitted by @daniimaaals (via tornpagesspilledink)

“Oh darling, do u remember when it was just us, stranded in the middle of our love in an "empty” hallway? I got so stuck on asking why that my heart stopped for a second when I realised you were looking me deep in the eyes repeating, “I love you more”, I’ll never forget. Do u remember under the stairs, our lips collided into a bliss I never thought existed. You held me securely, your kisses have always been soft, honest yet never shy. I looked up at you with wondering eyes, “your everything to me” I said, I’ll never go back on those words. You put your forhead to mine and said, “your mine” I’ll never forget. Now I’m laying here in bed, in between our memories, missing you. Our story will always be my favorite, no matter how troubled it gets. I’ll always love you with a burning passion, a calming completeness, I promise, I’ll never forget.“

Stardizzydreamer on tumblr aka. Star.sebstan on IG

THE FIRST TEN LIES THEY TELL YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL 1. We are here to help you. 2. You will have time to get to your class before the bell rings. 3. The dress code will be enforced. 4. No smoking is allowed on school grounds. 5. Our football team will win the championship this year. 6. We expect more of you here. 7. Guidance counselors are always available to listen. 8. Your schedule was created with you in mind. 9. Your locker combination is private. 10. These will be the years you look back on fondly. TEN MORE LIES THEY TELL YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL 1. You will use algebra in your adult lives. 2. Driving to school is a privilege that can be taken away. 3. Students must stay on campus during lunch. 4. The new text books will arrive any day now. 5. Colleges care more about you than your SAT scores. 6. We are enforcing the dress code. 7. We will figure out how to turn off the heat soon. 8. Our bus drivers are highly trained professionals. 9. There is nothing wrong with summer school. 10. We want to hear what you have to say.

Laurie Halse Anderson (via lifeofquotations)

ARGGGGGGGGGGG

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

“My friends had always warned me about boys with that mad glint in their eyes, but this was exactly what drew me in. Your passion. The fire that sparked underneath your skin when you talked about something you loved. Your desire to explore, to see as much of this world as you could. To be free, in a way. To escape. It was contagious and intoxicating. I got high on your view of the world and drunk on your stories. But I’d known what you were all along. You were a liar, just like me. It takes one to know one. But what has knowing a punch was about to be thrown ever done to soften the blow? It doesn’t make goodbye any easier to bear. I saw it coming from miles away and it still hurt. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we’re told things aren’t good for us and we still give them a go, because sometimes our hope and our wish to prove everyone wrong outweigh caution. And sometimes going the wrong way is the right thing to do, because we learn to open our eyes to what we could not see before.”

— right mistakes / n.j.

Brain: Don't fall for him

Heart: *falls*

Heart: Whoops

Me: DAMNIT

- My Hearts Thoughts

Sometimes it’s the space between my fingers, or the absense of your arms when it’s cold, other times its just seeing my brown eyes and remembering yours, but there’s always something that reminds me of you, of us.

-my hearts thoughts