"Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kushandwizdom)
"You know, I’m really disappointed in you for not having boundaries."
You know, just because I don’t have the same boundaries as you, doesn’t mean that I don’t have them. I have the ability to separate my physical and emotional needs. I have the self-respect to say no when I feel uncomfortable, but I am completely okay with a certain amount of physical involvement. You don’t want boys to touch you and that’s fine, but I like it. You say that he’s only using me for physical fulfillment, but you haven’t considered that maybe I’m doing the same thing. You’re my best friend and I love you, but I don’t need your approval to live the way that I want.
"Somebody once told me that you can’t trust anything in this world, especially love. “Love is fickle,” they said. “It inevitably won’t last.”
They were right. Like a hurricane, love picks you up, tosses you about, spins you around, makes you dizzy. And while you’re dizzy and distracted, it destroys everything. Your heart, your head and your life become a mess, but you don’t even care because you’re flying higher than a newly freed bird.
And then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, all falls silent. Love drops you, and you’re left on your knees in the wreckage with nothing to do but cling to the broken pieces of everything you’ve lost. The dizziness you once loved turns to nausea, the freedom you so relished binds you the most.
You will find yourself shivering on the bathroom floor at 3 am, crying out to love to ask why it left, and you will come up empty every time. You will tear at your flesh in order to feel something, and all you will feel is more pain. You will drink yourself to sleep in order to forget, but all you will do is remember. People will tell you that it gets better, but all it will do is haunt you. You will have to watch love fall in love with somebody else, and you will have to deal with it.
This lesson I will spare you from having to learn the hard way: love cannot last. Like a hurricane, it must keep moving, consuming everything in its path."
— This storm will pass, so I’m just hiding inside my walls anticipating the fallout. (via funnylookingmermaid)
22 paragraphs due in he morning and im on fucking page 47
"shut up, youre a kid, you dont have anxiety"
— thanks dad, love the support
"life is like a tornado watch..you can hunker down in the cellar or YOU CAN STAND ON THE ROOF AND LET THE WIND GIVE YOU ROCK STAR HAIR"
— late night emails from grandma (via addicted-to-the-shind1g)
"and its always the most amazing people that are so goddamn sad; the kindest souls who have the darkest thoughts."
— afflictedfvck (via afflictedfvck)