"13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names"
poems from my uncles grave (via irynka)
angel-hearts:

disturbed-pro-ana:

ana-mia-help:

i-m-d-e-p-r-e-s-s-e-d:

im-not-ok-ay:

 

weary—soul:

betrayd:

do you ever just want to cut it all off

yes



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My dad saw me once grabbing my thighs when I was sitting down and he said, “Why don’t you just cut it off then?” and laughed. Little does he know i think about doing it everyday.

My boyfriend saw me doing this when I was getting ready for work. He grabbed my hands, put them underneath his, got down on his knees, and put both our hands on my belly. He started to rub our hands across my belly and he said “don’t hate the place that will be a home to our child”. I didn’t even know he wanted children.

Okay that last comment made my heart go fuzzy

typically-unique:

I want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but I’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza. 

softmoans-smallgroans:

kissoholic:

Love blog!

sexually romantic blog x

mydraco:

just a daily reminder that you are the most rad and beautiful person and you deserve kittens, hugs and money

  • me: i want the thing
  • someone: i'll buy you the thing
  • me: nonono i can't let you do that
  • 
This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.

    despairnaegami:

    personasanta:

    does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things

    sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder

    ship-hard:

    dorasfedora:

    I hate when you’re at someone’s house and they’re like
    ‘mum, she’s hungry’
    And you’re like NO DONT SAY THAT I SOUND SO NEEDY WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST SAY WE!?!?

    glad to know its an international thing

    dontactlikewewerenothing:

THEYRE STILL FRIENDS
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