Sunday, September 28, 2014

I’m starting to feel one of my episodes creeping in. Things have been going so well but I’m starting to stress and now I’m just anxious all the time because I know it’s coming and there’s no way to stop it.

The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something.

"I love you."

It was quiet, as if a passing thought. But he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Say it again," he said, turning to look at her.

"I love you." She whispered.

And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and hold her forever.

"I love you I love you I love you."

She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard.

"I have been too afraid all my life." She said. "But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions.

"I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you," she laughed. "I know that I love you."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #55  (via blossomfully)
Don’t let him burn cigarette holes into your skin and tell you it makes you prettier. Vodka thoughts #2 (via blossomfully)

"It’s all clumsy nose bumps and last minute kisses," she replied, when he asked. "And trembling hands that push back hair to learn the colour of new eyes."

"It’s watching them do something so ordinary and deciding you could watch it for a lifetime." She said. "That’s how you know."

"And if it’s real, it’ll tear you apart."

"But funnily enough, it’s the only time you’ll be thankful to have something that made you feel so much."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #68 - "What’s it like?" (via blossomfully)
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. Unknown (via merokok)

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doctaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:

ya’ll are monsters

Draw a monster. Why is it a monster? Daughter by Janice Lee

I think about this quote a lot.   (via melisica)

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willsicott:

tuxedoandex:

ugly:

What do you call the security guards outside Samsung shops?

what

Guardians of the Galaxy

backyardskills:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

we went upstate and my dog was being a butt and trying to swipe at fish in the lake and she fell in and when we dried her off she was still shivering so i put a sweater on her 

oh my god

backyardskills:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

we went upstate and my dog was being a butt and trying to swipe at fish in the lake and she fell in and when we dried her off she was still shivering so i put a sweater on her 

oh my god

deadliftsandredlips:

lifeweightsandpavement:

Way too powerful an image here…
This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…
Picture by Meg Gaiger

I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.

deadliftsandredlips:

lifeweightsandpavement:

Way too powerful an image here…

This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…

Picture by Meg Gaiger

I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.

unofficiallyjuni:

fuckyeah-nerdery:

sigfodr:

A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.

The bravest woman on Earth.

I love her. Forever reblog.

hellagoodhair:

chilewebeopuntocom:

Arte

my hands can’t even open water bottles

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thatfunnyblog:

I will show this photo to my kids when they don’t believe me

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