I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
Blythe Baird, Theories about the Universe (via staininyourbrain)
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via fajinas)
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you.
Tablo (via etrnity)
Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
Things I’ll teach my children (via whitenes-s)
Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.
Something that I need carved in my bones. (via beagmactire)
perhaps the reason
you hate yourself so much
has to do with the fact that
you’ve poured all your love
into someone else
and left none for yourself
I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.
Unknown (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via venuschild)