“Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.”
Isaiah Henkel (via introv-erted)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

  • me: Oh what the fuck
  • friend: what happened?
  • me: this scenario I created in my head got intense

(Source: p4ralyze)

“I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.”
i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)
  • me: i am actually so happy with my life right now for once
  • next day: *everything fucks up*
fragile-waters:

sxff:

:O

Gimme

fragile-waters:

sxff:

:O

Gimme

(Source: broccoleafveins)

greed:

when someone you hate is having a bad day

image

(Source: greed)

dreamliest:

crydaisy:


this is important to me


where can I find this

dreamliest:

crydaisy:

this is important to me

where can I find this

(Source: luciid-dr3ams)

“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”

there are two types of heartbreak:

there’s the kind
you long for
but would never admit it:
the bitter-sweet love
when you indulge
in suffering
caused by imaginary scenarios
that only sound fascinating
in your head;
you wallow in melancholy
like you were tasting
fine wine

and then there’s

the kind you never want
to experience
when your heart feels
like an air balloon
full of black holes
and little by little
you lose
all the air
from your lungs
the only thing
that remains
is the aching emptiness
heavier than the world
overwhelming
and swallowing you
till there’s nothing
left.