skipping stones;

“I’m twenty years old, I gotta go home and sleep by myself every night?”

“What the fuck did you marry him for?”

“'Cause I love him.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I love him.”

Raging Bull (1980) dire. Martin Scorsese

I love watching the sun leak through the surface of the ocean 

ryanpernofski

It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

love me a girl with glasses. bring that blind ass here ma. no…over here smh

s/o to everyone who is still tryin to heal from things that they don’t talk about

there’s something really cute about how girls have a habit of trying to make anything difficult into a pleasant experience. like my new roommates just planned to get together to discuss contracts, but immediately suggested we do it with movies and nail-painting and chocolate. my friends and i used to dress up and do fun makeup for our exams. whenever my mom took me to doctors appointments when i was a kid, she’d brush my hair and put it up with lots of cute clips. girls are always trying to make things softer, or reduce the everyday stress in life. it’s such a nice way to be.

If something keeps happening to you, or you keep running into the same situations over and over, that means there’s a lesson that has yet to be mastered.

YES! get clingy and lovey-dovey, i like that shit

— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812 (via violentwavesofemotion)

guys! i made a quiz to determine which primal source you connect to!

you are going to feel so much love and devotion it’s going to scare you. you aren’t used to being the object of so much tenderness; and maybe you don’t even think you deserve it. but you do. you know you do. embrace it with open arms and let it wash over you.

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its really comforting to know that all the times i was at my lowest and loneliest in the past the whole time i had my self in the future and present who had survived those things looking back with love and tenderness and wishing desperately to offer comfort…i am my own guardian angel and i can use that knowledge when im struggling now and remember that somewhere there is a version of me that has survived this and is watching me with love and pride and joy in her heart