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A daisy doesn’t grow in a day or two
and it does not blossom into
something beautiful magically.
Darling, you have a gazillion
days ahead of you and
one day your dreams are
not going to be transparent.
I hope you realize that you
are like a daisy and it takes days,
strength, and sometimes rough
thoughts that punch your mind
with contractions for you to
get to the destination you’ve
experienced in your dreams.

Alexa Evangelista, 

-she told me she was giving up and I said “no this is not the end”

(via vodkakilledtheteens)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

lesbeeanmovie:

greencarnations:

cinematicsymphony:

This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.

CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:

  • do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
  • go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
  • if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
  • look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
  • the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
  • works every time

"sad little bug" is the cutest and most accurate term ive heard used to describe a child because sometimes bugs are kinda super cute sometimes bugs are really fucking annoying and sometimes bugs are downright TERRIFYING

(Source: kaliskadyami)

You need to realize that he treats you like you’re emotionless. He constantly kills you with his stupid actions then he says “Sorry baby, I love you” and you take him back because “sorry” is a word you’ve learned to swallow your whole entire life because you think that if you don’t swallow that word you’ll be lonelier than ever. Then you blame yourself and you say “no baby it’s my fault. I’m sorry” because you think you’re the gas that can provoke a big fire. You should say “sorry” to yourself because you’ve been burning yourself alive for the sake of keeping a destructive happiness.
Alexa Evangelista, badly worded wow (via vodkakilledtheteens)
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