just do you. be who you are and be the best person you can be.at the end of the day, self hatred is the most painful hatred.  so forget the others, if they can’t handle the heat, they’ll get out of the kitchen.  

just do you. 

be who you are and be the best person you can be.
at the end of the day, self hatred is the most painful hatred.  
so forget the others, if they can’t handle the heat, they’ll get out of the kitchen.  

(via letsmakeahealthiertomorrow)

because my friend’s an artist :Di wish i drew like this.

because my friend’s an artist :D

i wish i drew like this.

(Source: antoniosuicides)

(Source: icanread)

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
don’t worry, be happy:)

don’t worry, be happy
:)

(via weight-a-second)

:)

Time to do some cleaning

gotta get all this unnecessary stuff outta my life, ya feel?

some things are worth it, ya know, the time, the money, the space, the investment, the questions.

many things simply aren’t.  

and it’s really okay. not everything is meant to last forever or more a month…like that pen. it doesn’t work anymore, i really should just throw it out, so i will.

maybe this means a chance to find new things, equally glorious or even better things.

but more importantly, it’s a chance to take the time to really appreciate the things that are not disposable, the things that no matter how torn and shattered they are, they must stay. 

Airports


I’ve always had a love for airports. 

The hustle and bustle of it never fails to make me wonder where all these people must be going.

There’s just something about airports that reminds me about how vast life is. Not just the world, not just the physical ability to fly across thousands and thousands of miles of land and sea but everything in general.

Because I know these people are going somewhere.
Whether that somewhere is with people waiting for them with open arms and happy smiles or maybe there’s been a death or maybe they’ll be landing millions of miles away simply to catch a taxi, fill the awkward silence between themselves and the driver with mediocre small talk and return home to a dark, cold, empty apartment. They could simply be taking a vacation, a well deserved, self-earned vacation.

In retrospect, these people are all also leaving something. It could be a family, it could be a career, it could the life they’ve always knew.
Or it could simply be that vacation.

But the idea that there is always more to life than what we have at any moment in time. It’s mind-blowing. 

I mean, for me, I am here because I’m going back home. My life exists far beyond this present moment. Just a few hours ago I was dancing amongst strangers, in a big open field to music I’ve never heard of, drunk off my behind. Yet, here I am because I know a few hundred miles away people are waiting for me, waiting to hug me, waiting to talk to me, waiting to jump into my arms. I am dying to be home, to be with my family, to hold the kids, to cook for my parents.

My life is more than I can ever know. My physical being is more than I can even imagine, to know that if I was to not be here, so much more than my mere existence would be at a lost. 

I mean, doesn’t this all just make you feel like there should be meaning to everything that you do? Not like, intense, saving the world kind of meaning, but simply weight for every action taken, or not taken. Going to the beach, talking to that person, calling home, eating well, taking pictures, writing blogs,  not talking to that person. Everything that you do is a decision made and more often than not, they’re connected to something else, someone else. 

All this because of an airport.

sassylazzy:

everyone take a moment and look at how jeremy renner is standing.
okay bye.

sassylazzy:

everyone take a moment and look at how jeremy renner is standing.

okay bye.

(via cdaannnggg)

Happy Mother’s Day <3

I feel like I had a whole blog thought out and ready to put down in words when I began this, but I guess not. 

I really do wish that I was home, somewhere much closer to my mother. I wish that our relationship was better. I wish that it would be easier for me to tell her that I love her, that words of affection wouldn’t feel so awkward for me. 

But, things don’t seem to ever be the way that one wishes.

I really, really hate being so distant, not just physically but in every other sense as well.

..I can’t really get my thoughts together but simply put, I really, really, really miss my mother and there are no words I can write to even try and encompass the love I have for her. 

<3

"Everyone needs a piece of happiness"