“Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.””—Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via barbieandken)
“'There's no need for heartbreak warfare. It's called 'I love you' — 'I love you too'. 'I need more love' — 'You got more love', and you can get through life like that. Shouldn't you just on days where you want more love be like 'I had a bad dream that you were sleeping around, it's really irrational, but just love me extra today'. Why can't we just have this thing where you just say 'Just love me extra today'. If I was with somebody and they said 'Love me extra today', I would love them extra forever.'”—John Mayer, Atlanta, 2010. (via aurelle)
he is going to ask you about him.
just know that it will be the first question out of his mouth
when he sees the pictures,
the clothes in your drawer,
the empty parking lot look in your eyes when you pass certain places.
be prepared to tell him.
are you afraid?
one mention of his name and
your mouth burns for hours afterward.
you won’t know how to talk about
the other one.
what are you supposed to say?
tell him how your heart was a city burning to its knees when he left,
how every object you came across
looked like a weapon you could annihilate yourself with.
Tell him about the withdrawal,
how he is not the first person you
have tried to erase him with.
Tell him what it felt like to love him,
how God himself slept inside of his skin just to feel warmer,
how it was the bravest thing you’d ever done.
when he asks about
this stranger you wanted to die for,
you are going to choke on your own
tell him that you buried him a long time ago
and have another drink.
when he asks you
about the one who came
you aren’t going to answer.
you’re going to run.
”—the one who came before | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
march was made up of days of feeling too big for this vessel made of skin and bones. i have spent so many years painting myself to become nonexistent that when i finally spoke, an avalanche of words tumbled out, and the voice that accompanied it was the sound of the forgotten. i saw you coming from a mile away but i was never good at preparation so when you crashed into my life, i fell. hard. you whispered the world in to my ears and took my hand. don’t look back, you said, there’s nothing left for us here. i have spent the whole of march trying not to bury words deep into my heart but when you breathed i love you into me, i carved my chest just to fit those words safely in my heart.
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”—Frida Kahlo (via fridakahllo)
*SPOILER ALLERT* Yes, the HIMYM finale was as close to reality as it gets, but how many of us were even watching the show for an accurate portrayal of real life? We were watching it for reminders that some friendships never die (the entire gang), that some people can change because of love (Barney), that sometimes you might love someone with all your heart but if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t… and that’s okay because as fairytale-romance as it sounds, The One might be waiting for you down the road (Ted). We sat through 9 seasons of this show because it gave us hope that better things would come and that life’s okay when you’ve got friends that have your back. We sat through 22 episodes that spanned over three days of story time because there was a certain sense of surety and calmness and it was a slow wrap-up to the show, maybe interspersed with an occasional new funny moment. But yes thank you finale for being the biggest disappointment I’ve ever watched by putting your characters back to square one after 9 seasons of development.