is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”?
(Source: gender-queer-royalty, via b3autiful-cr3atures)
"If you’re struggling, you deserve to make self-care a priority. Whether that means lying in bed all day, eating comfort food, putting off homework, crying, sleeping, rescheduling plans, finding an escape through a good book, watching your favorite tv show, or doing nothing at all — give yourself permission to put your healing first. Quiet the voice telling you to do more and be more, and today, whatever you do, let it be enough. Feel your feelings, breathe, and be gentle with yourself. Acknowledge that you’re doing the best you can to cope and survive. And trust that during this time of struggle, it’s enough."
— Daniell Koepke (via glitteryghoul)
(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via onelasttoday)
"If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say, “But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today."
— Iain S. Thomas (via elliesigh)
(Source: winterkristall, via onelasttoday)
"There are times when I look at you and I still can’t believe you’re real"
— Jorah to Daenerys. (via camelotgirl92)
i hate it when flies fucking rub their stupid little shitty hands together like they’re plotting to ruin my life those tiny little bastards
(Source: rhydonmyhardon, via orgasm)
"As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do."
— Michelle K., The Truth About Growing Up A Woman. (via twohoneybees) this is gold (via fernwah)
"my sadness is not
a cut for you to bandage
and it is not
a bruise for you to kiss
i am not waiting
for you to save me
i am hoping you will love me
while i rescue myself"
— (via falling-moon)
(Source: bombsinyourbones, via b3autiful-cr3atures)