Just let it be. You may as well. Everything moves in and out at its own time. You have no control. You never did, you never will.
written by Byron Katie (via sereinsky)
(Source: pocahonntas, via prince-babe)
My heart felt so warm tonight, like I could just cradle it in my palms and warm an entire city.
But sometimes I worry that it gets too hot. I play hot potato with my heart and expect you to hold it and let it scorch your hands. I know I can be a lot to handle. A hot combination of affection and…
it doesn’t get any easier
we just learn to let live
create a party hat
take a chance
it doesn’t have to be so scary
this limbo, I mean
it’s just the next part of the same story
there will be closure
there will be a next
there will always be
as long as you let it
it’s so much better than words
don’t date someone that promises you forever. date someone who acknowledges that life happens, that people change, that things may get in the way. date someone who, despite knowing all of that, tries their hardest for your relationship.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
written by unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)
(Source: irynka, via 1ll-reality)
i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together