I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.
— Lisa Unger (via thatkindofwoman)
Cheating is NOT a mistake.
If you’re truly in love with someone, you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones tears stain your lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to its soil. Cheating is a choice, its a choice you made because you obviously didn’t give a single fuck about your relationship.

1112pm:

“With emotional abuse, the insults, insinuations, criticism, and accusations slowly eat away at the victim’s self-esteem until he or she is incapable of judging a situation realistically. He or she may begin to believe that there is something wrong with them or even fear they are losing their mind. They have become so beaten down emotionally that they blame themselves for the abuse.” 

my dad

and now the object of my affection

when will it end? 

1112pm:

“But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I’m nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that’s all I’ll be—one big scar of a love gone wrong.” 
― Amanda GraceBut I Love Him

me. 

gay8:

gay8:

gay8:

my parents split after they made me. i am a volcano. they are tectonic plates. follow for more geological humour.

i really hope the two people who just followed me aren’t looking for geological humour or you are going to be earth-shatteringly disappointed

this post is one of my best by a landslide

f-rostbitten:

camouflages:



Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.

I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.

this is perfect

please

f-rostbitten:

camouflages:

Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.

I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.

this is perfect

please

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Don’t change so that people will like you. Be the real you and the right people will love you. Don’t give up yourself - and stoop to be a counterfeit.
— Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
— Albert Camus, The Fall (via seabois)
Do not make
homes
out of people.
This will leave you
homesick
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
roofs,
hearts with
shaky foundations.
— Michelle K., Home.   (via gorardway)

#remember this always

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-shr00ms:

I literally just want to scream at you in your face and ask you why the hell I wasn’t good enough

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Oh, how people love to disappear from your life. Especially when you already got attached to them.
— Anton Chekhov  (via c-oquetry)
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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via exoticwild)
Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.
— Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory (via c-oquetry)
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There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via c-oquetry)