inkskinned:

“I can’t forgive myself for anything anymore.”

inkskinned:

I can’t forgive myself for anything anymore.”

(via delusional-worlds)

People get drunk
They hook up with the wrong person
And pretend to be okay
People act tough
And get mad


People will do anything to distract their heart.
They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.

- Distraction in its true form (via novemberdepth)
talking to a guy who i used to have a thing with. haven’t talk to him in forever. and at this point i was seeing someone else who honestly made me miserable. it was a horrible relationship. the fact that after talking to him for not even 10mins he can already see right through me.

talking to a guy who i used to have a thing with. haven’t talk to him in forever. and at this point i was seeing someone else who honestly made me miserable. it was a horrible relationship. the fact that after talking to him for not even 10mins he can already see right through me.

my legs
Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently

Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
- Raul Gutierrez, “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently”  (via n-xi)

(Source: words-in-lines, via texasmoon-mama)

passiveme-agressivey0u:

thisiscasey7:

forgott-en:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.


I just cried at this

Omfg I’m bawling

passiveme-agressivey0u:

thisiscasey7:

forgott-en:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

I just cried at this

Omfg I’m bawling

i always asked myself “why do women stay with men who treat them badly? they deserve someone who will treat them right.” i now completely understand why. heres my story:

i reconnect with an old guy friend and we go on a date. we hit it off and he is a total sweetheart. a month goes by and he seems like the perfect guy and i had no idea what i did to manage him. but as time goes by things change. he slept over one night and when i woke up, i showed him a text but once he started scrolling through my phone i took it back. had i know this would cause world war 3 i wouldn’t have done it.

at first everything was fine and dandy. he kissed me goodbye and that i’d see him later. the next day he texts me asking about why i had taken my phone away and accused me of talking to other guys. he made me feel like complete shit. he yelled at me over the phone. he made me text every single guy on my phone telling them i was seeing him. he made me show him every single conversation on my phone. he told me i was just like every other girl and he never wants to talk to me again i was absolutely crushed and heartbroken and scared. i really liked this guy and i hadn’t been talking to other guys anyway! plus i had never had a guy yell at me in a scary tone as he had done.

the fight ended with him saying he no longer wants to see or speak to me. few minutes he does a full 360 and tells me how cute we look in a picture. he says how he really does want to date me but his last relationship ended poorly. so at this time we were okay, we were going to work it out.

the next day we are generally okay, we are obviously texting each other a bit wearily but were texting. he calls me and we are laughing and having a good time. i make a comment on my friends bf and he flips out completely saying this was a bad idea and we shouldn’t talk. we get into another huge fight of him yelling at me. and pretty much just putting me down and making me feel like shit. 

the same thing happens the next couple of days. i was exhausted. i could not take anymore fights because it was breaking me down. our last phone call ended with us both agreeing that we should leave it and not talk anymore. of course an hour after the call he is telling me how much he really like me. and of course i go right back to him. no questions asked i let him back. i gave in.

now i am terrified of talking to any other guy so i delete every thing on my phone. i don’t tell him certain things in order for him to stay in a good mood. we aren’t even dating but i would do anything for him. i let him take complete control over my life.  and at any point i feel like he’s going to leave i get anxious and do anything to keep him. i try to tell myself all the sweet things he does makes up all the shit things he does to me. which is bad. thats not how a relationship should be and i know it. but i can’t leave. he tells me that he can treat me better than any other guy out there. i believe him. i believe if we can get pass the fights then he will go back to treating me like a princess. 

i don’t know why. he honestly does treat me poorly and makes me hate myself and makes me think everything is my fault. maybe he’s right idk. he is destroying me and I’m letting him. i have friends who tell me “leave him or i won’t speak to you anymore” and I’m still with him. 

so i now understand why women stay. we’re brainwashed. we make excuses for mens behaviour. we take the blame. we are so in love with men that we don’t want them to leave, even if he makes us feel like shit. even if we are put down. we are powerless because we gave men all the control. we have low self-esteem and it just gets sucked away till its at nothing. so when men make us feel good it helps us out and we forget about the shitty things he’s done before. they make us believe that no one is better than him, that we should be honoured that we are the women they chose to be with. and we fall for all the bullshit they feed us. it sucks. it really really does. 

thisisajourneynotarace140:

chaigreenteaandlemonleaves:

i’m scared of 

  • eating too much
  • eating too little
  • getting too big
  • getting too small
  • recovering
  • not recovering
  • having too much control
  • losing control

my mind makes no sense and i’m tired of this battle 

God, this.

(Source: chaiteagreentea, via hopeisapoemwithoutanywords)

wild-nirvana:

•my spiritual world•

intr0ducing:

shout out to my parents for making such an ugly emotionally unstable kid

(via ddoobie)