“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.”—Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via brokenhalelujah)
Why do most things have to be promoted as sexy to be considered a good thing? “Confidence is sexy” “Eating healthy is sexy” “Being yourself is sexy”. Does my entire life and everything I do have to be based around making your genitals tingle?
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”—(via flimsylimbs)
“Do not settle for less than exactly what you want. Your heart’s desires are there for a reason. Chase them. Pursue them relentlessly. Do not lose sight of your goals. They are your very reason for being.”—Franki Durbin (via rabbrakha)