tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

I SHOULD START SAVING.

WARNING: This is a long, whiny and personal post about the adult responsibility of paying dem bills.

How do I even start. I’m 22 years old and already working but still broke (and I’m telling broke in a superlative context). This post is a reminder of where the hell my money goes and why it should go to a place where I know it’s safe from harm against my cold hands.

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guardurheart:

Red, white, blue is in the sky
Summer’s in the air and
Baby, heaven’s in your eyes
I’m your National Anthem

What a good time to be alive.

I don’t actually do any exercise, which is really bad. But I wear heels a lot. My theory is that it’s painful, so it’s gotta do something.

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
—(via letoidumoi)

phurlz:

This is my favorite scene of Bob’s Burgers ever.

misbeliefs:

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An open letter to the person I can’t forget

I promise, this will be the last time.

It has been a year.

Well, almost. In just a few weeks. And you know what sucks? That I still remember it. Every bit. Every detail. Every word. I guess I never really moved on. Or maybe I did. But I keep on looking back. Looking if you are following back. Apparently, you don’t. You never did.

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And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
—Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via floranymph)

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When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via aestheticintrovert)

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