If it’s both terrifying and amazing then you should definitely pursue it.
Erada (via chasing-equilibrium)

(Source: thedailygrit)


I scrounge for change. I bring my own travel mug
to school because it’s cheaper that way. I start books

but do not finish them. I think about love obsessively.
Everything I do reminds me of my grandfather.

My grandmother visits and talks to me about God,
wants me to believe, but I do not have that kind of faith.

I only believe in the easy things, like red lipstick
and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.

I make my mind up about boys and then I unmake it,
compare us to continental drift, two ships passing.

I hit the snooze button too often. Write disposable
poems on napkins and old homework, try to discipline

myself when it comes to removing my makeup
before bed. I am trying to understand men better,

cut them some slack, write about them less. I dream
about oceans and mountains and wolves. I do not

always love myself. I do not always forgive myself.
I write apology letters and do not send them. Usually,

I do not mean it when I tell someone “goodbye.”


Kristina Haynes, “Self-Portrait at Twenty-One” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

This has to be one of my favorite things I’ve ever read on Tumblr 

(via blondejob)


if you are going to continually bring coffee to me at work you definitely get a date, and a hang out, and a kiss, and a sleepover. 



itsmejademartinez:

HELL YEAH.

samatha was always the best

i do not remember my first kiss, like at all. I could tell you who it was with but not when, where, or any kind of memory of it. very very strange. especially since I have a relatively good memory. 



have you ever noticed how addicting red wine is?

because i have. 



whitehouse:

Our government is open again. Reblog this if you agree it’s time for Washington to focus on the hopes and dreams of the American people.


i’m sure we will continue to love each other for a long long time.. but one day i will meet him and stop wondering if we were always meant to be.