“I love it when women love themselves.
I love it when women are learning to love themselves.
I love it when women inspire other women to love themselves”
— (via lnkdroptheory)
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10:18 am • 7 July 2014 • 29,529 notes
Even on bad days, I’ll still be happy with you.
— (via clumsiest)
9:38 am • 6 July 2014 • 244,278 notes
“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”
— Carl R. Rogers (via floriental)
(Source: oofpoetry, via -nowhere)
8:05 pm • 4 July 2014 • 107,405 notes
I’ll prove you wrong.
Mom is really angry at life, she has always been. Daddy is a mess, he has always been. I came from two broken people who couldn’t fix each other. She says not to fall in love, it never lasts, it is never real, it is better to stay alone. He probably mastered the concept of love a little bit better: he has worked his whole life to fix himself for his daughters, in the name of love.
She is so shattered that she doesn’t seem to find the right patch. It is never fine, she doesn’t know how to come out of the darkness that’s inside her. He is another frustrated little man whose body grew too big for him and life got too heavy.
And I have been raised in the middle of two people who love me fiercely but could not love themselves enough to fight for happiness. They are in their forties and haven’t figured out that happiness is a choice you must make every day; not always easy, but always worth it.
Here I am, at twenty one years old: craving a love so deep, so real. But how am I supposed to learn what love is, when I have been taught that it doesn’t exist? How am I supposed to trust with my eyes closed, to give away my heart away without fear?
The thing I want the most out of life is to never, ever end up like them. It’s not that I don’t love them: I do, and I appreciate everything they have done for me. But I don’t want to ever end up so broken to think that love, the strongest force on earth, doesn’t exist. I don’t want to end up frustrated with the life I have lived. I don’t want to wake up one day, at forty eight years old, being unhappy with who I am and the life I’m living.
I believe in love. I crave a love so strong that it feels like a hurricane. And I know it’s out there. So many books, and songs, and poems, couldn’t have been written if it wasn’t a force capable of bringing the human heart to the most amazing places.
Mommy, daddy, stop trying to make me bitter and angry at life. I know I’m about to graduate and you may think I’m a grown up now. Maybe I am. But I’m still young.
10:49 pm • 25 June 2014 • 1 note
“Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always choose you.”
— (via dianalaviniastuff)
(Source: latelycravingmore, via nicolecatherine4)
12:45 pm • 18 June 2014 • 112,606 notes