What the actual fuck
These people exist.
What the fuck
just… just fuck off america
It’s the first time
Since you left.
Baby you were my umbrella
And when it rains,
Darling it pours.
I want to run for cover
It just keeps coming down
When you were here,
The sun was always
And the rain,
A little lighter.
I never had to run far
In your arms
Where are you?
I’m so scared
You had your own sparks
I’ve never been struck by lightning
But you stung
I should have
Been more scared
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are."
- danielle laporte (via realdwntomars)
- Never again. (via bridgetoteranarnia)
Thinking of you wherever you are.
We pray for our sorrows to end,
and hope that our hearts will blend.
Now I will step forward to realize this wish.
And who knows:
Starting a new journey may not be so hard
or maybe it has already begun.
There are many worlds,
but they share the same sky -
- (via the-psycho-cutie)
i wrote this thx guys almost 300k notes w a different source nice 2 get credit man(via extrasad)
- Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)
Reblogging because this is the relationship my mother and I had - still have - and it saved my life more times than I can count.
I am in my 30’s now, and I sat down at my kitchen table not 24 hours ago and cried with my mom about bad dreams, and she still teared up to see me hurting. I want to be this parent. Everyone should want to be this parent.
If I had Lea Michele’s voice, I think I would die of happiness.