"I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up."


i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect


Dear future self

(i) I hope one day you are with someone who not only comments on the scars that litter your arms, but tells you how proud they are that you have them rather than a gravestone

(ii) I hope you tell yourself that too

(iii) I hope when you open your eyes in the morning the first thing you notice is the way the light kisses your skin and the ache in your chest is replaced by the awe of the beauty of the morning

(iv) I hope you find the courage to say no without giving reason

(v) I hope you put pen to paper again and find the strength to write letters to people you care about without having reason, just to remind them you love them, rather than to say goodbye

(vi) I hope you learn to embrace the way your hair curls more on one side than the other, I hope you learn to love it

(vii) I hope your first instinct when you wake is to reach for your dreams rather than tablets

(ix) I hope you look at other people and not only see their beauty, but also acknowledge your own

(x) I hope your world is no longer a stream of insecurity, where anxiety licks at your brain and depression grips onto your fingers

(xi) I hope you remember that you are worth something and that you do not need to prove that to anyone

(xii) I hope you know that you were always beautiful, long before he told you you were.

Dear future self // E.E (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)