WHY IS WALKING PAST STRANGERS SO STRESSFUL
people who hate on flannel are not worth your time, you OWN that lumberjack look and chop down the haters
Develop a healthy relationship with food. If you’re hungry, eat. If you’re full, don’t eat. Eat vegetables to be good to your body, but eat ice cream to be good to your soul.
Take pictures of yourself frequently. Chronicle your life. Selfies are completely underrated. Even if the pictures are unflattering, keep them anyway. There will always be mountains and cities and buildings, but you will never look the same way as you did in that one moment in time.
Your worth does not depend on how desirable someone finds you. Spend less time in front of the mirror and more time with people who make you feel beautiful.
Close doors. Don’t hold onto things that no longer brings you happiness and do not help you grow as a person. It is okay to walk away from toxic relationships. You are not weak for letting go.
Forgive yourself. We all have something in our pasts that we are ashamed of, but they only weigh us down if we allow them to. Make amends with the old you and work every day to become the person that you’ve always wanted to be.
Goat gives it all it’s got
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation
— Monica Drake- Clown Girl (via canadumb)
Your kiss feels like home and I’m so fucking homesick.
— (via lovesthecure)
Typewriter Series #885 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
This is an open letter to the boy I was and to the boy that will be again. I’m not going to send this and the stamp won’t come but you’ll learn it anyway. Against the odds and through the tears and through more laughter than you think one body can produce.
When you stop being you and turn into me and sit here alone looking back at the you you once were, pause, breathe and start writing this again.
You’ve written it once (and by once I mean a million times over and over and over again) and you will write
Have you heard of the mystery of the sailing stones? It’s not a Hardy Boys novel — it’s the strange phenomenon of rocks leaving zig-zagging tracks across Death Valley.
Image: Momatiuk - Eastcott/Corbis / Video: Jim Norris
I could never cheat on anyone. It’s the type of mistake and wrong doing I couldn’t live with. Knowing that you destroyed someone’s trust is bad, but destroying someone’s perspective on love is far too worse.
— Amino Auditore (X)