My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time. Jonathan Carroll

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2 weeks ago // 11,478 notes
humansofnewyork:

"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously.""Did she say something to you about it?""She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?

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4 weeks ago // 68,493 notes
The most common form of despair is not being who you are. Søren Kierkegaard

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1 month ago // 3,966 notes
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Anne Lamott

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1 month ago // 149,023 notes
How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. Winnie the Pooh

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1 month ago // 11,442 notes
You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Virginia Woolf

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1 month ago // 18,984 notes
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped. THIS IS THE SHITTIEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN AND I REGRET IT SO MUCH

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