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insouciance at its finest, with a scintilla of panache
Lana Del Rey

—Blue Jeans

mightyaud:

Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.

—Unknown (via mourningmelody)

(via cuntlolita)

waerlogas:

i may seem like an angry person on the surface but deep inside im actually angrier

(via vap-id)

Haiku about me:

Short skirt
Thick thighs
Knee highs 
Sad eyes

(via 2bratty4u)

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.

Bell Hooks (via cosmicspread)

Still learning.

(via ohvom)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via ohvom)

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.
Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion… Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

"Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell" By Marty McConnell (via magicalbrooke)

fuck, katelyn, i love you so much

"people do better when they don’t have a safety net (and I don’t mean that in the shitty anti-welfare conservative way, but in the you’re going to be extra careful on that tightrope if you’re the only thing keeping yourself from hitting the ground way)"

"the people who know how to be single don’t distract but embrace who they are becoming, embrace solitude, embrace growing. ‘security’ became toxic for you."

"friends (real ones, not just pheebs and ross) got me through it"

i have great friends, and i’m the worst one