1) A boy telling you you’re pretty won’t make you see the beauty in the fullness of your cheeks, in redness of your lips at 2 in the morning when tequila is making the bar bathroom spin. He can’t take away the ugliness that you see in yourself, you have to do that.

2) You have to be ready to hear someone say they love you. You have to be ready, and you have to be willing, and you have to listen. Because sometimes, they won’t say those three words, they’ll put a blanket over you while you’re watching a movie, they’ll kiss your cheek when they think you’re asleep, they’ll smile when they see you first thing in the morning. But you, you have to be willing to see it, feel it, let it in. Letting someone love you takes practice.

3) Don’t make compromises you can’t live with. Compromise is a different version of what you want, not a whole other Universe.

4) Learn to say no. No - to a movie you don’t want to watch; no - to sex you don’t want to have, no- to a relationship that’s driving you mad. Say no - to things that hurt you, to people that extinguish your fire, to jobs you hate and places that are desolate. There are bad things that we can’t control, bad things that happen and we are sucked into and have to feel with every fibre of our being, but the rest - learn to distance yourself, learn to say no.

5) Don’t expect people to walk through fire for you - not your parents, not your friends, not the person you’re in love with. Love doesn’t mean sacrifice, love shouldn’t mean sacrifice. Don’t expect someone to give away pieces of them, so they could fit you better. And don’t feel hurt when they refuse to - it’s self-preservation. Instead - learn from them. Do it as well.

6) Don’t tether yourself to people. Learn to make connections, to love, with both your feet steady on the ground. Learn to let people pass through your life; like a summer breeze, not a storm that’s just been unleashed.

7) Learn the difference between growth and growing up before it’s too late. Rooftops and water fights and ice cream for breakfast can be a part of your life at 10, 25, or 35. But by the time you’re 35 you need to learn to say enough, to be able to walk away, you need to be able to love yourself. Love yourself the way you loved yourself at 10, before the world had a chance to fill your head with ugliness.


m.v., The list of things I learned before turning 22, pt.1. (pt.2)


I’ve been told,
that there are people who dive into happiness, without dipping their toes in first, who don’t fear that the water’s too cold, or that the bottom is too close to the surface, they don’t fear cutting their skin on the rocks, because they’ve never felt their hearts bleed, and;
I’ve been told,
that there are people who don’t turn words over, and over, and over in their head, who don’t spin them for meanings not meant, meanings unimagined, who don’t dissect them, who don’t try to turn love into science projects, and;
I’ve been told,
that there are people who kiss with their eyes closed, always, always and forever and they believe that forever is a time measure not a lie we tell each other when we get scared of being lonely, forever, and;
I’ve been told,
that there are people who hold hands without glancing down at them every few seconds to make sure that they’re still touching, that they’re still linked, who aren’t afraid that their mind is lying to them, that their own brain is trying to protect them, and;
I’ve been told,
that there are people who who don’t have tears in their eyes, whether it’s too light or too dark, there are people who can stare at the sun and not blink, who can feel warmth on their skin without burning;
I’ve been told,
but I don’t know, I’ve never met a person like that; my mother tried to dive into life and nearly drowned and my father wears thick shades, he sees no light and no darkness, and every boy that’s ever kissed me kept his eyes wide open, they never even blinked;
I’ve been told,
but all I know is burning and not warmth.

m.v., Things you told me about love.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)


Why can’t I be
One of those girls
Who sees your message -
I love you
Sent at 3am -
And be happy?
Why do I have to be
The kind of person
Whose stomach instantly sinks
At the thought
That one day -
You might not?

Why am I so afraid of tomorrow
When today is so damn perfect?


m.v., What it means to have trust issues.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)


I want to tell you
That
When I touch your skin
I’m reaching for what’s underneath, I’m reaching for Saturday mornings and breakfast in bed and dancing in our underwear, I’m reaching for a hand that will hold mine when I start to drown, the one that will steal the last bite of pancakes off my plate, the one that will untangle my hair; and
When I kiss your scars
I’m kissing the boy who spent every day of 6th grade eating lunch alone, and the one who had to spill vodka from half-empty bottles down the drain every night before bed long before he was old enough to drink, I’m kissing him, the one who found solace in The Smiths and foreign movies, the one who fought but sometimes still lost, sometimes still cut the skin I’m kissing;
When I whisper in your ear
That I love you - over and over again, it is not merely love I am trying to convey, I’m trying to teach your ears that they can hear softness too, that they can hear good, I am trying to teach them to listen to the world, the parts that want to give love, that want to tell you how special you are - listen, the stars are whispering your name, the wind is their messenger, listen - I love you, I love you, I love you; and
When I dig my nails into your flesh
I am begging you to stay, I’m telling you a story of a girl who spent half her life waiting - in hospital rooms and at airports and hotel lobbies, in front of schools in foreign cities, I am begging you to stay, to be the first person to ever be there, to just stay;
I want to tell you,
But instead I whisper I love you, as I hold on to your flesh and I hope, beyond all reason that your skin will understand.

m.v., things unsaid. (via findingwordsforthoughts)













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soleil-rose:

destroyed-and-abandoned:

Abandoned cabin in the woods. Värmland, Sweden. .

this is so perfect