what you feel is what you are, and what you are is beautiful.

eyymandamarie:

Spiral staircases always

eyymandamarie:

Spiral staircases always

You are not in this world to live up to anybody’s expectations but your own. Do what you think is right.

—(via psych-facts)

You have to learn to say no without feeling guilty. Setting boundaries is healthy. You need to learn to respect and take care of yourself.

— Unknown (via psych-facts)

Well. Now I know.

I deserve to be on your mind all the time.
I deserve someone who doesn’t shut me down when I’m telling them about something that excites me.
I deserve someone who genuinely cares how my day went.
I deserve to be taken out on dates.
I deserve someone who wants to kiss me.
I deserve someone who doesn’t just hang out with me because they would feel bad if they didn’t.
I deserve someone who surprises me.
I deserve someone who takes interest in what I like, also.
I deserve to be a priority.
I deserve trust.
I deserve someone who thinks I’m funny.
I deserve someone who remembers little things that I say.
I deserve someone who is proud to bring me around their friends.
I deserve someone who is crazy about me.
I deserve way better.

sashabosha:

black-teaaa:

theengima-slc:

Fresh and swollen. New pine tree tattoo I gave myself.

So cute

i love this.

sashabosha:

black-teaaa:

theengima-slc:

Fresh and swollen. New pine tree tattoo I gave myself.

So cute

i love this.

naking:

mom, dad… i’m…. RANDOM!! LOL XD

thehealthconnoisseur:

How-to: Healthy Meal Prep
(via back to her roots)

thehealthconnoisseur:

How-to: Healthy Meal Prep

(via back to her roots)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heartbeating and your lungs filling and your legs running longpast when you should have found your way to shuffling offthis mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death runningand jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promiseswhile she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoopor hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of yourtired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skinand rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies insidewill threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When youthink, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake fromsqueezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love andbecause it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwisestay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the questionyou’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questionsyou’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart
beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long
past when you should have found your way to shuffling off
this mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death running
and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoop
or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your
tired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.

Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skin
and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside
will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t 
think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When you
think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.
Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from
squeezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love and
because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise
stay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the question
you’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questions
you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

are you going to break my heart like all the others?

roughrimjob:

FEELING LIKE YOU BOTHER THE ONLY PERSON YOU WANT TO TALK TO IS REALLY SHITTY

(Source: organmeat)

phosphorescentt:

Just because you might not have solid abs or quad separation or a giant firm butt or whatever doesn’t mean you’re not working hard. so this post is for people who are busting their asses and their bodies don’t show it 👏

Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.

—Thank you for the reminder. Needed to read this. (via dream-on-darling)
yes. (via therewillbewaves)

(Source: rustedbones)