the weight of all things

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

- unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)

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why do people hurt the ones they love ?



I wish I knew


Each fall, millions of monarch butterflies migrate to California and Mexico for winter. North American monarchs are the only butterflies that make such a massive journey (up to 4,830 kilometers/3,000 miles). They use the sun to ensure that they stay on course and on cloudy days Earth’s magnetic field as a kind of backup navigational system. (read more here)

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"We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math."

- Bill Yarrow, “Bees in the Eaves”  (via thatkindofwoman)

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❤️housewife of the year, y’all ❤️

❤️housewife of the year, y’all ❤️

"One day you’ll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life."

- Unknown (via perfect)

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1806; day #3 vii

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Short Story Number One Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty Five


I don’t really know if everything is going to plan, but i guess things could be worse. I guess it takes a long time for figure things out and know for sure what you really want. I know that I need you though. That much is true.