let the adventure begin

august, yeah it was august. it was august when i met you, september when i started falling, and november when i realized that this was more than just a summer fling. you holding me, made me feel safe. you kissing me, made me feel wanted. but you loving me, oh god, made me feel home. no one has ever made me feel the way you do, and i have never loved anyone the way that i love you. i just hope you know that your name still feels like knives every time i hear it and my mind still wanders back to you when i have run out of things to distract myself. you are the best thing, that’s almost been mine.

Write about the lessons you’ve learned this year: 1. There are hard days. Sometimes you hate to get up in the morning, or cry yourself to sleep at night. But those days will pass. 2. Sometimes, you just have to accept you’re not feeling well. Cancel your plans, make some food and stay in bed. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. 3. However, don’t let your feelings take over. It’s okay to do nothing for a day, or two. But don’t make it a week. 4. I know I did let my feelings take over way too much. I stayed in bed, did nothing all day. Until the point that I had to get out. 5. Getting out of bed can feel good. Make your bed, eat some breakfast. Just do something. And be proud of yourself for what you’ve accomplished - even if it’s just eating breakfast. 6. Don’t be angry at yourself, that never works out. 7. Just take care. Of yourself, your mind, your body, everything. And accept the fact that sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want to. 8. Don’t shut people out. They are there to help. 9. You are the one that has to pick up the pieces after a breakdown. But you’re not alone, even if it feels like you are. 10. Sometimes I think I’ve control over my feelings, but I don’t. They come and go. I just have to accept that. Sometimes the feelings are just too much, and I have to take a step back. Start again. There’s always a second chance.

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

Fuck.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

Only you could have done that. Touched my mind before you touched my lips.

I don’t want to fall in love anymore, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself; telling people my favourite songs, showing them my favourite movies and TV shows, my favourite colour, places I like to visit, just everything. And I’m tired of repeating myself, I don’t have the energy anymore. I want someone who already knows that a particular song is my favourite because it makes me cry happy tears, I want someone who knows that this movie is my favourite, because one of my earliest memories was watching it as a kid, when we were still a family. I don’t want to give people parts of me only for them to become a stranger again, It’s not fair. I’m tired

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.

You and I are made of the same stuff as the Sun. We are at least one of the ways that the Universe knows itself…

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

“She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.”

if they are looking for a trainwreck, they are not going to find one here. no, you fought to be whole. you screamed at the universe to heal the cracks in your heart, fill them with starlight. and it just whispered back: you can’t fix something that was never broken.

I hate remembering good times I’ve had with people who ended up being shitty to me.

some girls our age make me wanna go hug my mom and thank her for the way she has raised me