Children are not possessions.
Children are not accessories.
Children are not relationship band aids.
They are tiny people with the same amount of feelings as an adult.
But with less capacity to process, express and healthily contain those feelings when necessary.
Be kind to them.
(Source: mybloodisrivertea, via smeestthehippie)
"You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell."
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”
― Ellen Goodman
A lot of people complain about the night, and how lonely they feel inside their bed. But that’s not how it works for me. I notice I’m lonely at 9 am. When the sun wakes me up and everything is silent around me. I notice I’m lonely at 1 pm. When I walk down the street knowing I have no one to go visit. I notice I’m lonely at 3 pm. When I draw on my yellow paper knowing there’s no one to say “This drawing is from me to you. I think about you a lot. ” I notice I’m lonely at 6 pm. When I look in the mirror and my body is untouched. There’s no sign of someone else living, touching, breathing my body. It makes me sad thinking how much love I’m willing to give and it’s all going wasted because after all, maybe some people aren’t meant to be with someone.
Wow…it’s like for once someone peered into my head, unlocked my mind and typed the words I never dare to say. Part of me wishes to think, “Gosh, I’m so happy it’s not just me.” But I can never be happy that someone feels as hollow as I do. It’s a feeling that should never be felt, but know I’m praying for you and hope you find someone one day. Someone wonderful, for both you and I.
Reject the notion that you are supposed to be at a certain place by now.
Don’t measure yourself to some colloquial set of social constructions.
"Don’t you dare
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow."
"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing."