It wasn’t having the body of my dreams that made me love myself. No. It was jumping off a cliff into freshwater, swimming naked, drinking wine with a friend at 2 in the morning, sleeping under the stars, confessing my feelings to someone, laughing in the rain, riding in the back of a landrover, crossing streams and climbing rocks, singing around a campfire, getting up before the sun and watching it set behind mountains. I unapologetically immersed myself into things that awakened my soul. And in those moments I was so busy being me, so busy being happy, that I didn’t even realize someone was falling for me. So don’t worry too much. Do your thing. Live for yourself, because you are enough. ♡
Live a life you love and you will love yourself.
”—I’m reading my diary entries from last year. This was much needed right now. (via vegandrine)
“I will never text you first. Nor will I ever fight for your attention. I’ve done that before. I’ve given it my all and all it got me was being the one who loved too deeply. I had to watch him walk away. I promised myself I’d never feel that way again.”—The girl who loved too much (via hopelessly-counting-stars)
“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.”—Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via quotes-shape-us)
“you want to know something scary? some people go their entire lives not finding someone who makes them feel alive. I figured that out a while ago and I made a promise to myself to be the person responsible for my own happiness. I do irrational and stupid things and I drop off the face of the earth for days to explore what it means to be alive. it’s a promise you need to make to yourself to get drunk and make art, sit outside and think of the sun that warms your skin and try your hardest to make that a reason to be happy. talk to strangers on a train. do stupid things that make strangers laugh and cry when your knees feel like they can’t support the weight of the entire ocean that is trapped inside your eyes. but always have the thought that you’ve carried yourself for this long, maybe not as gracefully as you’d like, but you have and you will keep on doing so. look at the dark circles around your eyes and think of them as ringlets left by the lessons you’ve learned. create a life for yourself that you see fit, regardless of how others view it. I’ve made mistakes, plenty and I’ve had my heart broken and I’m not quite sure of my existence but I know that if I can somehow make someone’s day, maybe even just a minute of it, telling them that their looks nice or that their eyes seem brighter that day then my existence for that moment was not for nothing. live your life with the utmost conviction that you are more than the sum of your past mistakes. you have to promise yourself that you’ll give yourself even the littlest reasons to feel alive, even for just a moment because that’s what life is, a constellation of moments. I’m not saying it still be easy, but I’m saying that it’s one way to go through life. it’s a hard and solitary path, but my God, it’s worth it. maybe the person you haven’t met yet is yourself. your raw, carnal, natural self that you haven’t been true to. be good to yourself, if you can’t promise me or anyone else that, then promise yourself.”—(via avggie)
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
We can only be friends if you’re kind of an asshole. Not full blown asshole because that’s no fun. And if you’re not an asshole at all then that won’t work either. A halfway asshole. Those are my kind of people.