dontwannasaygoodbye:

If you’re reading this, just know that you’re going to be okay.

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kanyewesticle:

I’m speechless.

This is ridiculous

kanyewesticle:

I’m speechless.

This is ridiculous

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Men of tumblr. Your duty awaits

im just waiting for them to post pictures of themselves in these dresses

What started off as a joke has now done nothing but make me feel pretty… 

Am I doing it right?

I think a huge mistake we make is not allowing ourselves to feel. Whenever I’m driving in my car and a memory pops into my head that forms a lump in my throat my first instinct is to immediately shut it away. But I try to force myself to feel it, the loss. I let myself cry and slam my fists into the steering wheel because I know my mind needs my body. Sometimes the spaces in our head aren’t big enough for the pain we feel and it’s our bodies job to set it free.

— Jenna Anne (via creatingaquietmind)

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The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

John GreenLooking for Alaska (via feellng)

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Train your mind to see the good in everything.

I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.

— What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)

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