just tryna wonder

30 Aug

equeerstrian:

whisper-to—me:

smilebecauseitsbeautiful:

gayisthenewokay:

catsandcunts:

is anyone even aware of how difficult it is liking femme lesbians? like try to fuckin pick one out i bet you’ll reel in 3 hipsters and a straight girl

is anyone even aware of how difficult it is being a femme lesbian who likes femme lesbians? you’ll reel in 3 guys and a butch lesbian

THIS

ABOUT ME

(Source: rl-y)

29 Aug phoebe-bird:

campbasement:

the air is balmy, the wind is gentle

Babar.

phoebe-bird:

campbasement:

the air is balmy, the wind is gentle

Babar.

28 Aug
Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot  (via jasfuckinq)

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28 Aug

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28 Aug

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26 Aug

Now, I am 28 years old, and I would be lying if I said I am done growing. Self-love is a long and arduous road, but it is beautiful one, I promise. I don’t pretend to know it all. Everyone is on a unique path, and I am by no means claiming I have the antidote to depression. But I do know this:

There isn’t a day I don’t wake up and physically have to decide that I am more good than I am bad.

This is not a chore; this is a gift.

My mother once told me something I will never forget: “When you have a negative thought about yourself, imagine yourself as a baby. A source of awe and wonder. Joyful, blameless, full of love. This is who you are at all times, Sierra. This is your true self.”

Sierra DeMulder, We Made It (via ourlodestar)

26 Aug
Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday: graduating high school, saying goodbye. That feeling that you get at 17 or 18 that nobody in the history of the world has ever been this close, has ever loved so fiercely or laughed as hard, or cared as much. It feels like it was yesterday, and sometimes it feels like someone else’s memory.

(via johannamaureen)

26 Aug

cutegayjewishgirl:

boobslyn:

oink oink

I NEED 500 OF THEM

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25 Aug
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via psych-facts)

25 Aug
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.

John Irving 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

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