knitsandnonsense:

Leftovers… I sense many stripes in my future!

knitsandnonsense:

Leftovers… I sense many stripes in my future!

wild-nirvana:

I want to talk to someone about where my head is at where by I constantly feel sick or on the verge of tears but I don’t have anyone who’s stuck around long enough to trust and those who have really don’t care when they claim they do.

"Consider—
We are born
Not with purpose,
But with potential."
— Octavia Butler, Parable of the Talents (via these-voyages)
"Everybody, my friend, everybody lives for something better to come. That’s why we want to be considerate of every man – Who knows what’s in him, why he was born and what he can do?"
— Maxim Gorky (via itsquoted)
"It
Is not
Selfish
To let go
Of people
That break
Your heart
On a
Daily
Basis.
It
Is not
Selfish
To protect
Your heart
From someone
Who’s broken
It before.
It
Is not selfish
To cut
Them off
From your
Life,
Without a
Word to
Indicate why
And when
You decided
This was
Necessary.
It
Is not
Selfish
To unfollow,
Block,
Delete
Them from your
Life.
You don’t need
A constant reminder
Of their
Existence,
Your heart
Has got
That covered,
Trust me.
It
Is not
Selfish
To delete
Their number
From
Your phone
So that
You
Won’t
Feel tempted
On the
Nights
When
It gets
bad.
It
Is not
Selfish to
Love yourself
Like
Never
Before
Because they
Couldn’t.
It
Is not
Selfish
To want
To be
Happy.
It
Is not
Selfish to
Still cry
Over them
Sometimes,
Just as
Long
As you
Wipe it
Away
And know
You are
Doing
What is
Right for
You.
It
Is not
Selfish to
Move on
And try
To replace
Them
In your
Heart.
It
Is not
Selfish
To heal.
Because, you know
What?
The “Getting
Over it”
Music
Is
So
Much
Sweeter
Than the
Same, tired
Heartbreak
Tracks.
Everything
Is temporary,
This sorrow
And even
Your feelings
For them
You swore
You’d never
Lose
And letting
Hope
Tear you
Limb from
Limb
For something
That will
Never happen,
Is
Always
The
Wrong
Decision.
Your
Heart is
Not
A
Toy.
You might
Not
Even hate
Them, but
They are no
Good for
You.
Remember that."
— If we were meant to be, we would’ve been//bnc (via youwillunderstand)
"I don’t wish I was yours. I wish you were mine. Because I will always be yours, but you will never be mine. And yes, that breaks my heart a little."