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- You are stronger than you realise.
- You are crueller than you realise.
- The smallest words will break your heart.
- You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago.
- People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.
- You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep.
- You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat.
- You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to.
- Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again.
- Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place.
- You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself.
- Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it.
- You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed.
- Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive.
- You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call.
- You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter.
- You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin.
- Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you.
- People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an asshole.’ Make sure you’re listening.
- You will be okay.
- You will be okay.
(21 things my father never told me)
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via lesgardenias)
1. Always have a water bottle in your car
2. Carry an extra lighter (even if you don’t smoke)
3. Get something new where you go to eat often, not just your usual.
4. Make a budget for yourself
5. But don’t forget to give yourself some play money and always round up on how much things cost so you have money left over
6. If you’re texting someone, but nervous to send it, just click the fucking send button. You typed that shit out for a reason.
7. Stay out late, but wake up early. You’ll be glad you had all of your day.
8. If something makes you laugh until your sides hurt, write it down in the notes in your phone, you’ll want to remember that later.
9. When you’re talking to someone, and you suddenly think of something you want to say, put up a finger and wait for them to finish talking. It’ll help you remember what you wanted to say, but you won’t interrupt them.
10. Go to plenty of concerts. Especially outdoor ones. Get drunk with your friends, but not sloppy drunk. Just drunk enough to scream your favorite songs and dance without feeling embarrassed.
12. Always keep a change of clothes in your car. Including a pair of shoes. You never know.
13. Keep at least $20 cash on you at all times. Gas is usually cheaper when you pay with cash, and not everywhere you go to eat splits checks.
14. It’s okay to be sad, but try not to forget about what makes you happy.
15. Coupons are always fantastic.
16. If you think something is cute, fucking wear it. Don’t worry about what everyone else thinks. You’ll look great, I promise.
17. Sex stores are fun, even if you just want a good laugh.
18. Plan out your days off with your friends, that way you aren’t stuck around asking the “I don’t know what do you wanna do”
19. Don’t forget to remind your friends how much they mean to you.
20. If someone gives you a compliment, smile and say thank you. They wouldn’t say it, if they didn’t mean it.
21. Drink plenty of water. Not only does it keep you hydrated, but clears your skin.
22. I know you might want to be tan, but is it really worth being burnt and exposing yourself to all that skin cancer bull shit? No. Use at least SPF 15. It’s not that hard and you’ll still tan. So stop being a brat.
23. You’re allowed to be happy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
24. Aim to be better, not bitter.
25. Some days are better than others.
26. You can never over pack. Pack what you want. You’ll be glad you have options to choose from.
27. Take those extra hours at work. It’ll be worth it when you see your paycheck.
28. Clean your fucking room and make your bed you slob. It’ll look so much nicer and you’ll feel better you did it.
29. If you have to, make the first move. It’s scary, but someone has to do it.
30. Take plenty of pictures. Of the sunset, your food, your friends, your dog, selfies. Everything. That way, later when you scroll through your camera roll, you’ll remember everything about that day, good or bad.
30 things I learned the year I turned twenty. (via crles)
The fire he started in my heart filled my lungs with so much smoke that I couldn’t breathe.
I am the girl before the girl.
Because I am far too much of everything.
But this will teach you what you want in someone. You will see these things in me with the volume turned all the way up and find them in someone else at a volume that doesn’t make your ears ring.
I will help you grow. I will push you, call you out, always ask you to be better. But not because I do not think you are enough, but because I will always see the best in you and ask that you show everyone this.
You will see how I love with my heart sewn into one sleeve and my tongue sewn into the other and you will learn to say the words that your heart beats out. You will stop caging your feelings behind your teeth out of fear. She will know that you love her, but not that you learned how from me.
I am the one before the one.
But don’t think that you will forget me.
I will stay as the knot in your throat, the thought pressed to the back of your mind, the pit in your stomach when you see shards of me in her. They will be polished smooth, but they will drag up memories of my jagged edges. And for a moment, you’ll wonder if instead of being someone else’s rock polished smooth from careful contact, you could’ve been my diamond from the heat of the love I pressed against you.
the one before the one - A.S (via narcol-ptic)
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.
Charlie Kaufman, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: The Shooting Script
I would have loved you under any sky.
When you hold me now, remember it.-
I would have loved you under a late summer sunset, when you didn’t quite recognize me as I sat next to you on the park swings, and you were heartbroken because you’d asked a girl to marry you and she’d run away. I would have listened to everything you’d say about her, how she was cleverer than you and braver than you and how before her, you hadn’t let anyone kiss you in ages.
Your eyes would have been lighter than, your face thinner, hair cropped.
We would have watched the sun settle below the horizon and the august leaves glide across the ground, and you would have scratched a line in the dirt with your shoe and asked me for a second time why a stranger cared about your troubles and why it felt like you had seen my face somewhere before.
I would have laughed and shrugged and told you that someone I love is going through the same thing. Also that the universe was full of blonde-haired, brown-eyed girls.
And you would have wondered what to do next, and if you should keep hoping, and I would have said that love is too busy to be selfish and that sometimes, “here let me give you my life, I don’t care if you give me yours” has to be enough.
Even though she wasn’t me, I would have wanted you to find her again.-
I would have loved you under fall’s burnt orange, when the earth was shifting too gradually beneath your feet.
I would have poked fun at you as you were lying on a hill of browning grass, pretended to be an evening passer-by and asked what it was you had found in the sky above your head.
You would have complained that it was too calm, that the clouds moved too slowly, that the shift from light to dark was too languid and that there was so much out there and it was almost painful to stay in one place.
I would have wondered why you were lying so still then, if there was so much to do, and you would have said that the earth moved so fast you should be able to feel it from down here.
You would have made me sit next to you and asked me who I was and what my name was, and I would have given you words that not even I would remember in a few years time.
And I would have known that the moment was not meant for me, because the time for you to love me back was far away still, but your fingers would have brushed my hand while your eyes continued watching the sky and you rambled in those days and I would not have been able to leave, not even had I wanted to.
I might have kissed you and hated myself for it.
Your clothes would have been newer and your eyes would have been brown.
I would have loved you in your restless days.-
I would have loved you under the snowflakes, when the world was too bitter and you had given up on love and on life.
I would have found you on a train, your hands cold and your eyes wet, and I would have sat next to you and let you rest your head against my shoulder.
You would not have known me.
You would not have known me anywhere except years and years from then.
But still I would have pressed my nose into your hair and told you stories about how things would get better because the world had never been monochromatic. Not even during winter nights.
And you would have asked the same questions you always did, and I would have answered you just as gently.
Yes, I’m a stranger. No, you don’t know me. Why am I kind to you? Because you remind me of someone I love very, very much.
Your smile would have been sad, this time.
And when the train stopped, a shrill whistle in the air, you would have stowed away the sadness in your typical fashion and invited me over for coffee or hot chocolate or mulled apple cider, and it would have been heartbreaking to say no to you. But I would have.
Because if I didn’t, I would have put too much spiced rum in the apple cider and ended up telling you how beautiful you always were and not to be lonely, not ever, and lying lengthwise on the couch with my head on your chest while a movie buzzed hazily in the backdrop.
I would have walked away crying.-
I would have loved you under the baby blue of spring, when winter had just passed over the mountains and the air was crisp and beginnings were like butterflies everywhere.
I would have met you at an Easter party and you would have asked if you knew me from somewhere.
I would have pretended to think about it for a minute and then shaken my head no.
And then I would have asked if any of the children were yours, and you would have grinned in that wide, ten-year-old-boy way of yours and pointed to a little girl with hair just as dark as yours and eyes just as blue.
Her laugh would not sound like yours though, and I would have watched you excuse yourself without even meeting my eyes and wind your way through the giggling children and kiss someone else, someone younger and less full of the world and the gravity of stars.
And I would have smiled anyway because you were so alive.
You would tell me about these days, later. I would pretend I had never heard your stories before but I think you might have known.
You would look especially different this time, with longer hair and a less crooked smile, and the crinkles at the corners of your eyes would not have fanned out all the way yet.
But you would still walk the same, hands in your pockets and steps too long for anyone to keep up with.-
I would have loved you under any sky.
I would have taken your hand and run with you under any set of stars and across any country, found you over and over until I wore myself thin, stretched myself out across time and space and I would have loved you in any lifetime.
Some people fall in love and some people were born caught up in sweeping epicycles and destined to meet again and again and again.
I will love you every time.
And when at last all the stars in the sky are put out, when the night watch says it is time to let go, I will defy the laws of the universe and I will love you.You will never lose this love.
wordsbyjm (via wordsnquotes)
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via joielalune)
Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.
Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via teenager90s)