my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”

(via sunalwaysshining)


▽ So save me, from who I’m supposed to be ▽

argue with
the universe.

end up

- Ten Word Story | (j.d.a)

(via spacetobreathe-13)

"We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are."

- Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)

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dear past me,


Dear past me,

Oh, sweetie… I miss you so much.

I wish I could give you better news, but I’m afraid you have some rough patches ahead of you. Don’t worry though, my dear, it’s all going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.

I know right now you feel on top of the world. You’ve made new friends, you love school, you love your family, you love life. Take advantage of that. These new friends you have? They’re going to be with you for a long time, so appreciate them. It’s not easy to find people like them. And all these days with your sister? Make the most of them, do everything, love her with your whole heart. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Before too long, you’re going to start questioning everything about yourself. It’s okay to do that, in fact it’s necessary, but you must remember that you are beautiful the way you are. You strive for the best, always have and always will, but don’t be too hard on yourself. People love you. Don’t convince yourself that they don’t.

Lastly, one final piece of advice that you’ll need down the road. I know you don’t get it now, but remember it for later.

Eat the cake. It’s worth it.


Your future self

P.S. The future is more beautiful than you can know.

"…but he will never be you."

- Six Word Story #1 (via whispersofstardust)


If loving him was fire,
losing him wasn’t ice- it was
a December dawn with
no coat and no one to hold.
When I found him I
found a piece of myself,
another limb I never knew
I had, so when it was
gone again it was no
tragedy. I already knew
how to live life without
the missing parts, but now
this phantom limb feeling
won’t let me forget
how it felt to be whole.

~will I ever shake these ghost pains?


- Would you write a piece on moving on? And I mean like once you’ve fought past the emptyness, you realiz you still feel a void (via whispersofstardust)


~it’s always you


Nothing that
is real is
Just because
an artist does not
mean for you to
see the back
of a canvas, that
doesn’t mean
you’re wrong for
seeing it’s there.
There are angles
to everything.

~life is more complicated than we can ever know