GirlNextDoor.
Procrastination is a thief. It steals our time, our potential, our self-esteem, our peace of mind.
Joyce Meyers (via princessofarabia)

Every other person in the world couldn’t compensate for you.

I don’t like this moment. I am scared. I am scared of messing things up. I hate messes. I will miss this up, that up, I will mess it all up. I doubt myself. I don’t know what I want. I want everything.

I’ve lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.
 Mark Twain (via feellng)
If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
 Albert Einstein (via feellng)
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via feellng)
You were the one, and you were the only one, and you were amazing.
Gia, (1998)
Love is the absence of judgment.
Dalai Lama (via purplebuddhaproject)
I love you, I do. But I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.
Everyday (David Levithan)
aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.

aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.