You know why? Because there’s always this voice in the back of my head that says maybe this time it will be different. Maybe the stars will align and there will be this magic moment between us where everything will be okay again. But there’s always something or someone in the way.
Californication (via lovebug)

(via wtgg)


hiptonized:

you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil

(via blonohomo)



The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.
Rick RiordanThe Last Olympian (via feellng)

(via mypunchbag)


I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved
I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon)

(via blonohomo)


Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore.

All I can ever ask of you is to please never settle for me. If I’m not what you’re looking for, if I’m not good enough for you, then don’t stay.
Because you’ll end up leaving anyways (via brunettes-n-sunsets)

(via mypunchbag)


I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
(via jessielou24)

(via mypunchbag)


Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And someone trying to hide a love.

lexikittypop:

Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together

(via lifemeetsyou)


anneisrestless:

Stop asking me to trust
you while I’m still coughing
up water from the last time
you let me drown.

(via girllookitthatbody-ahh)


I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat.
it’s a sad life (via complite)

(via mypunchbag)


(via lifemeetsyou)


Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you.
T. B. LaBerge, Unwritten Letters to You (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)

(via lifemeetsyou)


theartoftransliness:

warblingbear:

traumatherapist:

How to make your very own I Don’t Suck file:

It can be general or specific—A lot of my clients make general files with notes from loved ones or former students/clients/bosses of theirs or other supports. Or magazine clippings that remind them of goals or qualities they have. I am currently making one that is therapy related as a way to transition from my most recent job and prepare for my move abroad. It has notes from clients, supervisees and evaluations.

What you need: It can be as low maintenance as a file folder stuffed with notes or as high maintenance as a well-crafted scrapbook. What’s important is that you have a place to go when you need a pick-me-up.

You can gather things to build it—don’t have what you’re looking for? Start gathering!

  • If you have a friend or family member you trust to be supportive of you, see if they’d be willing to write you a note about what they like about you.
  • Next time you’re looking at a magazine or reading a blog and see something that resonates with you—save it for your file. Truth resonates, and you can’t recognize something that you don’t have, so if there is something you read or see that you admire and relate to, there’s something of you that’s in it.
  • Write yourself some affirmations when you’re feeling good—make your own or use song lyrics or quotes.

-latest After Trauma post

I feel like I definitely need one of these…

This is an excellent idea for coping with dysphoria as well. Surround yourself with affirmations. Remind yourself that you are amazing and worthy of love.