When you have fought so hard to get back on your feet, don’t ever go back to the people who knocked you down.

I am in a constant battle between being so grateful to have met you and wishing we had never crossed paths. Your heart feels as though it’s linked to mine. Your smile changed mine. Your laugh emphasizes mine. If I could I’d spend every moment with you without keeping time. I’m a train wreck and you’re the cause.

Find someone who knows how to calm your storms.

Whatever is hurtful to you, do not do to any other person.

go talk to ya other hoes

it’s officially the fall guys you know what that means 

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (I’m not a big one for paying compliments…), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter….