Hold onto this thought: there is something glorious trembling at the very edge of your horizon. You are not your hollow nights, or your lack of self belief or all the times you kissed someone you didn’t even want to kiss. You’re not your one night stands or your endless string of boys who screwed you over and left you. You’ll get your shit together, soon, maybe not today and maybe not even next year but you will. You’ll move out and you’ll call your parents on the weekends to tell them you love them. There’ll always be milk and eggs in the fridge. You’ll get a job that feels good. You’ll fall in love and he’ll kiss you like he means it and it’ll feel like coming home. Everything will shift itself into place.
Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.
The boy who asked for your number at a bar or at a party probably only wants to get into your pants and is probably only going to love you long enough for you to stay in his bed. Your first job is never the best job. But you’ll meet some of your best friends there. Sometimes things don’t go the way you expect them to at all. People are usually never who they say they are. If you love someone, you need to tell them. Nobody is good at the guessing game. If your best friends don’t like the boy you’re involving yourself with, chances are he’s bad news. If a boy starts an invitation with, “Are you home alone”/”I’ll be home alone”, say no. You are a human being, not a toy to be played with. If some boy invites you to “the backseat of his truck”, he’s a piece of shit. Tell him to fuck himself. “Sorry” doesn’t always fix what you messed up. Stop wasting time wishing you could take back what you already did. You are at fault sometimes. There’s going to be a boy that you let get away. Yes, you loved him.…
1. When you feel like giving up, keep going.
2. Silence can scream louder than words.
3. Learn to distinguish healthy teasing from ignominy.
4. Stick to who you are. Adaptation is different from completely surrendering your identity.
5. Don’t trust anybody until you know them inside and out.
6. Breathe, take a break, don’t rush.
7. Give everything time to sort itself out. Don’t get entangled in problems out of your control.
8. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.
You're going to meet that one person who's fiercely protective of you and love every bit of your flaws and wants to kiss every inch of your skin. He's going to be your anchor and you're going to be his wings. He's going to tell you he loves you in all the little ways. You're going to meet that one person whom you're going to love with all your heart and who will love you back just as hard and I'm not saying it's going to be easy but my god, it'll be worth all the effort.
He does funny stuff like send me lots of water emojis after I send him fire emojis bc I'm rly angry and I didn't get it in the first place and then he said oh it's to extinguish ur fire. Idk it's just kinda rly cute to me.
Just because someone loves you
doesn’t mean that they won’t tear your heart
into two. Sometimes it’s the people who try
to convince us that they love us the most
who will only leave us to feel like
we are loved by no one.
wear your armor
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your armor and kick ass
I think you know you’ve found someone special when you meet them for the first time, and it feels like you’re just picking up where you left off.
You kind of look at them and think
‘Where the hell did you come from? Where the hell have you been?’
i wanted to write a poem about the subways
our blue lines
how trains change in every city
the ends of handlebars at different heights
i wanted to write about how we don’t really touch
the spaces between atoms do not allow it
i read that somewhere
between midtown and brooklyn
1. close all your internet tabs except the one you’re using
2. delete all your text messages
3. delete negative people from social networks
4. throw some things away. just throw them away
5. tidy your desk. make a blank surface
6. drink 3 glasses of water
7. open the curtains
8. wash your face and brush your teeth
Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.The third veil drops.Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keepWe can almost see all of her.
1. Sleep without underwear every once and a while, it’s good for you. Maybe even try sleeping naked.2. Take long baths with tea, ice cream, or whatever you please. Throw in bubbles if that’s your style.3. Look at yourself like you look at your best friend. Find the freckles you love, what your eyes look best with, what hairstyle compliments your smile.4. When you look at your naked body in the mirror, only think good things. Say compliments to yourself aloud. Watch yourself smile, and encourage yourself.5. Take yourself out on a date. Treat yourself to the things you love. You’re alone yes, but there is nothing wrong with that. Remember all the times you were smothered by people and talking crowds, and you only wanted to be alone with yourself.6. Write yourself a love note. Tell yourself your favorite things about you, and tell yourself all the things you want to become. Tell yourself you’ll love you forever.7. Take pictures of yourself. Selfies are magnificent! Take 500! Take them ev…
I have a theory on what our love looked like to God. So hear me out, this isn’t my usual litany of pretending to know what I’m talking about, I know you’re still waiting for that punch-line but here it is: two volatile things are placed on opposite ends of the same line. Call it the universe, call it a fucking puppet show, whatever you want. They’re desperately attracted to each other so they race headfirst towards the other. That collision is inevitable because they don’t know any better. When they meet, they ruin everything.See, now our collision was a slow, careful one. We were always going to be a little bit broken towards the end of it all. We started off that way. Not because my dad left me or because you developed an alcohol addiction but because shit happens. It wasn’t earth shattering in the way that we thought it would be. So maybe I loved you and that was cool. Maybe you felt the same way. Maybe on Sunday morning we’d worship each other instead of going to church. You know…
It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me "unworthy” and you jerk your chin and all you say is “no.” It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat…
It terrifies you, doesn't it? It scares the living shit out of you to love someone like her. Most days her voice is louder. She'll say "no" once and mean it. If you don't listen, she'll kick you out of bed and out of her life. Maybe she'll soften for you, between the quiet hours where the sun is just barely touching the earth, she'll be all quiet breathing skin and open mouthed caresses. Maybe once in a while she'll gentle herself into elastic and you'll press kisses onto her skin without worrying about the burn Stop living for those moments where she's quieter. They'll be rare. The thing is, she'll be on fire. You'll have to carry the ashes of your arguments back with you, you'll have to expect that she'll fight you and love you at the same time. It'll feel like loving a hurricane. So maybe, maybe you're thinking that it'll be easier if you just left. Maybe you'll find a better one. Know this: if…