the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
honestly the ideal date would be eating takeout Chinese in our pjs while watching Netflix and you play with my hair
Have you ever stood in front of a mirror and
loved the girl staring back at you?
Stand in front of the mirror that hangs
in the back of your closet, hidden by years
of self loathing and baggy clothes.
Stand there for as long as it takes
for a kind word to leave your lips and
the dark thoughts to disappear.
Stand there until you can whisper
“I love you” to the girl staring back at you,
so afraid of the way that you talk to her.
Treat your reflection
as you would treat a small child;
with love and kindess and patience.
Shower her in compliments, repeat them over
and over as if you are a mockingbird
who repeats each birdsong that it hears;
and make sure that every song is a good one.
Take out a felt tip pen and
connect each freckle on your body,
tracing over the curves of your hips until
you believe that you are as lovely
as Degas’ dancers.
Paint the universe as van Gogh saw it
on the palms of your hands
and kiss the places where the paint cracks
over your lifelines
until you are sure that you are alive.
Stand in front of that godforsaken mirror
until you know that you are not your reflection.
Then take that fucking scale that you
weigh yourself with each morning without thinking,
like a Christian prays to their God each night,
whispering “Please. Let me be pretty.”
and throw that scale at that mirror until it shatters,
a thousand pieces of broken glass
scattered over the ground, spelling out the words:
You are beautiful.On Loving Yourself by M.K. (via thewastedgeneration)
i hate being older because now i have to bring my own crayons to restaurants
I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen