Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Joan Crawford (via feellng)
1:13 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  1,407 notes
Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?
― Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

1:06 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  151,314 notes

transmisogynykills:

"Some men feel that too much responsibility for preventing sexual assault has been put on their shoulders"

We’re telling you not to rape people and you think the bar’s never been higher

1:06 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  13,930 notes
'Cause I'd rather fight with you than laugh with another.
I’d rather freeze in your arms than be warm under covers.
I’d let you hit me before I ever let you hit the floor.
And I’d rather choke than to breath in your absence.
I’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion.
I’d rather die on the day that I give you a kiss
Than spend the rest of my life knowing I never did
― Front Porch Step (via aliyahjordyn)
1:04 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  896 notes

vikingsrph:

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS

I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM

DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET

MY FEELINGS ARE VALID

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME

STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE

STOP STOP STOP

1:03 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  307,557 notes
I’m very perfectionistic and very lazy, which is a terrible combination.
― Robert Stone, on his writing ethic  (via susannacole)
1:02 pm  •  17 September 2014  •  125,182 notes

I don’t think I say this enough: I love my husband.
Some days I worry that he doesn’t understand the way I think and feel, and that it causes a rift between us. Those thoughts make me feel incredibly lonely.

But then there are days where I let myself lean on him, and I realize he understands more than I think he does.

Like today, when I called him out of the blue, hoping it was during his lunch break. He answered and asked what was up, because usually we only call each other during the day when a text is not fast enough. I responded something along the lines of “oh nothing, just hoping you were at lunch”. And what was his response?
“Are you okay honey?”
I almost started bawling on the spot. I was feeling exhausted, under the weather and overwhelmed, which is why I wanted to talk to him. Just that little bit of intuition on his part made me feel so much better. It made me feel like I wasn’t some foreign body that not even my husband understands.

1:00 pm  •  17 September 2014
I wish it hurt you too.
― My first six word story (via jennayliu)

(Source: projectile-comet)

9:17 pm  •  7 September 2014  •  29,297 notes