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Spend money. Change your hairstyle. Sell your old clothes and pursue your new style with the money you get from it. Be strong. Be patient. Get drunk if you want to, but not every weekend. Buy a chocolate bar every week when your favorite tv show is on. Take hot baths. Wake up early. Start jogging. Write. Find a friend who will listen to you and don’t stop until you find it. Study. Read. Make your Instagram cool. Write some more. Get that damn piercing. Buy bath bubbles and bath more. Adore your body. Shave, for yourself. Book flights for next spring. Write this day down, write it all down. Cry. Finally feel some homesickness. Learn to be in silence. Learn to stand being alone. Drink lots of coffee. Get ready for christmas. Feel smart at school. Spend a weekend alone. Take lots of selfies. Eat chocolate while watching reality tv-shows. Meditate. Stretch. Learn ballet. Buy overprized coffee. Learn to be with yourself.
How I Got Better (via h-ki)
I need a best friend who will live in the same city as me, help me out with my blog posts & vice versa, build a fort & sleep in it in our living room at least twice a month, get in the car & go whenever (& wherever), and be completely 100% open to shopping & sharing clothes together
January comes around as I’m sitting around the fire and I’m surrounded by people I love.
I make a vow.
Heres to loving myself better this year.
February comes with no warning.
It takes our best memories and puts them away in a place that’s almost unreachable. I learn to be okay without you.
March makes me brave.
I dedicate Saturday to remembrance and reach for all the things I have spent the last two years trying to forget.
April is beautiful in its upbringing.
I almost fall in love a second time.
I say almost because it doesn’t happen.
I try calling you after the fallout.
You don’t pick up the phone and I leave a voicemail in which I thank you for reminding me that after all this time, I am still better off without you.
May is your birthday month.
I’m sorry for not calling.
I didn’t forget.
I give you the gift of acceptance.
I’ve accepted our being apart.
Isn’t this what you always wanted?
Happy Birthday.
I wish you happiness and so much love your hands don’t know what to do with it.
June is full of new beginnings.
And I’m closer to becoming who I’ve always been meant to be.
Thank you for your contribution.
Thank you for teaching me about survival.
July is a month of freedom.
The sky is beautiful and fireworks don’t make me as sad anymore.
I’ve come to realize that love alone could never be what saves me.
August is kind in reminding me that I am here for a reason.
I restore my faith in God and blow out 18 candles on a birthday cake.
This is the year where I don’t ask for a miracle because it’s already been given.
September is the warmest I’ve ever been before.
And for the first time in a long time, I am happy.
Things fall into place.
I am healing.
October bring change.
The trees shed their leaves and grow comfortable in starting over.
I stop being afraid of forgetting the hurt.
I forgive me for the both of us.
November takes me to a place I must have forgotten about.
I’m not afraid anymore.
I cut my hair short and move to another city.
I fall in love again and at the same time learn how to sleep alone.
Here’s to learning how to love in the right way.
December tells me all things come to an end.
This is the end of giving you credit for something you didn’t create.
I learn that I owe everything I am to myself.
A year of learning / @thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
January comes around as I’m sitting around the fire and I’m surrounded by people I love.
I make a vow.
Heres to loving myself better this year.
February comes with no warning.
It takes our best memories and puts them away in a place that’s almost unreachable. I learn to be okay without you.
March makes me brave.
I dedicate Saturday to remembrance and reach for all the things I have spent the last two years trying to forget.
April is beautiful in its upbringing.
I almost fall in love a second time.
I say almost because it doesn’t happen.
I try calling you after the fallout.
You don’t pick up the phone and I leave a voicemail in which I thank you for reminding me that after all this time, I am still better off without you.
May is your birthday month.
I’m sorry for not calling.
I didn’t forget.
I give you the gift of acceptance.
I’ve accepted our being apart.
Isn’t this what you always wanted?
Happy Birthday.
I wish you happiness and so much love your hands don’t know what to do with it.
June is full of new beginnings.
And I’m closer to becoming who I’ve always been meant to be.
Thank you for your contribution.
Thank you for teaching me about survival.
July is a month of freedom.
The sky is beautiful and fireworks don’t make me as sad anymore.
I’ve come to realize that love alone could never be what saves me.
August is kind in reminding me that I am here for a reason.
I restore my faith in God and blow out 18 candles on a birthday cake.
This is the year where I don’t ask for a miracle because it’s already been given.
September is the warmest I’ve ever been before.
And for the first time in a long time, I am happy.
Things fall into place.
I am healing.
October bring change.
The trees shed their leaves and grow comfortable in starting over.
I stop being afraid of forgetting the hurt.
I forgive me for the both of us.
November takes me to a place I must have forgotten about.
I’m not afraid anymore.
I cut my hair short and move to another city.
I fall in love again and at the same time learn how to sleep alone.
Here’s to learning how to love in the right way.
December tells me all things come to an end.
This is the end of giving you credit for something you didn’t create.
I learn that I owe everything I am to myself.
A year of learning / @thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours.
Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want to think of you getting all maudlin.
Just live well.
Just live.
Love, Will.
Will John Traynor (Me Before You; Jojo Moyes)
cute things i would do as ur girlfriend
•cuddle. a lot of cuddling.
•buy u clothes randomly cause i saw a shirt in the store and it reminded me of u.
•we can go out for breakfast.
•go on runs or hikes or walks with our adorable puppy
•show u good music.
•coffee runs.
•u have a permanent best friend.
•where did ur shirt go? oh yeah, im probs wearing it.
•spontaneous adventures.
•talking about everything.
•hold your hand while we walk in public cause that’s a cute thing.
And more importantly, help you become closer to God.
*most importantly
He is not a bad person for not being
in love with me anymore. To say it out loud. To mean it.
To know it, true as a toothache. To remember how badly
I wanted to have it back, your love. How hard I fought.
But in the end, how even I knew. Like how trees know
to let go of their leaves, that nothing can stop the winter.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “The End of It” from her book, The Year of No Mistakes (Write Bloody Publishing, 2013) (via rustyvoices)
OOTD - 1.20.2017
SWEATER | goodnight macaroon
DENIM | j.crew
BOOTS | navy matte hunter wellies
NECKLACE | penelope
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