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

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)

you should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart.

queenprotein:

Boutta spend all this cash if ya keep shakin that ass

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 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:
Listen, because we never know how much time we have and wenever, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go outand we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magicand you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Pleasepromise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurtssomeone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show youand tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tearsthey are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shouldersand are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water insteadfor one day that rock will be sand and it will have been youand only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let life and all of its folly steal the breath from your bodyand replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues withoutapology.  Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk ittruly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you.  Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to healmore than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scrapedand scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one daysomeone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertipsdown the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel thesmallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 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:

Listen, because we never know how much time we have and we
never, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go out
and we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:

Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magic
and you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Please
promise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurts
someone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show you
and tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite
their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tears
they are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shoulders
and are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water instead
for one day that rock will be sand and it will have been you
and only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let
life and all of its folly steal the breath from your body
and replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;
the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues without
apology. 

Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk it
truly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you. 
Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.
It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to heal
more than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scraped
and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day
someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips
down the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly
and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the
smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

"maybe you shouldn’t be with someone who isn’t totally crazy about you."

T.Swizzle can get it.