Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via coyotegold)
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
i am constantly torn between ‘i dont need anyone’ and ‘hey you please fall in love with me’
Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.
note to self (via vanillapagesandink)
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
For years, mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that ‘unless you love yourself, no one else will love you…’ The truth is you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation.
Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D., “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog” (via petrichour)
Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
'In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.'
I think about this quote pretty often
Just quietly fade away like a ghost~
A girl’s favorite song will tell you more about her feelings than her lips ever will.
Unknown (via guy)
Black is always elegant. It is the most complete colour in the whole world, made of all the colours in the palette.
Ricardo Tisci (via enkelthed)