you have such a big heart and I’m so grateful that you are deciding to share part of your heart with me
(via affectionatesuggestion)
Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck
Fuck abusive and emotionally manipulative friends
Fuck them for making you feel like shit for everything you do
Fuck them for making it seem like they’re the victim
Fuck them for twisting up every single situation so it seems you’re the one to blame
And fuck them for using your own weaknesses against you, because you trusted them with all your secrets and worries
HOW HE TREATS YOU IS HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU. DON’T TRY TO DECODE IT OR MAKE EXCUSES ITS SIMPLE. IF HE ACTS LIKE HE DON’T CARE, HE DON’T CARE.
(via suckeyangel)
“Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.”— Shannon L. Alder (via perrfectly)
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on so much just because of being who you are and not someone else? Whenever I see a beautiful girl I wonder how it must feel to be that beautiful and if I’ll ever feel like that. Or when I see someone who’s confident and extroverted and I imagine how nice and easy it must be to be that way. Or when I see someone that’s my age who has already accomplished so much or been in so many places and experienced so many things, I can’t help but feel like time is falling from my hands like sand and I’m not getting better or going anywhere. I grew up watching movies and reading stories that made me believe that life was supposed to be constantly exciting and I haven’t felt that way many times and I just feel so stuck being myself. I wish I could be someone else for a while.
(via phyrrricvictory)
A vida do rapaz que vende pastéis toda quinta continuou a mesma depois de você.
A dona maria não deixou de estender as roupas às 13h20 sob as condições de roupas brancas não se misturam com as coloridas.
As escolas continuaram em aula, e os noticiários não manifestaram nenhum dilema.
Dentro do ônibus o assunto era a claudinha que matou o josé na novela da seis.
Ninguém mais sabia de você.
Você parece não ter alterado nenhum evento cósmico na terra, nem suscitado a entrada de algum meteoro sem nome.
Apesar das enormes proporções que você causou em mim, na escala ritcher nenhum tremor foi acusado.
E os meteorologistas afirmaram ser o melhor dia para sair de casa.
E deram as boas vindas a colheita de alguma fruta em extinção.
E abençoaram o sol que entrou em sagitário que significaria uma ano de mudanças.
E mesmo sem entender nada eu quis fazer parte dessas pessoas que não foram atingidas por você.
Depois de você o mundo continua sendo o mundo. Ainda bem.
(Source: temumaneurose, via oxigenio-dapalavra)