“Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”—Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via creatingaquietmind)
- Good morning. - You look beautiful. - Your outfit is hella cute. - Your hair smells good. - Nice butt. - You’re sexy. - Good job. - You’re smart. - Keep going. - Stay strong. - Bon appetit. - You have great music taste. - Your blog is flawless. - I love you. - Good night.
“I dreamt about him last night. For the first time in years, i dreamt about him, and i don’t really think it’s fair. Why should i be the one who dreams, when i was the one that had to pick up all the pieces? I hope he dreams of me, of us, every now and then. I hope he dreams of me in the middle of the night, when he’s alone and he least expects my face to appear on the back of his sleeping eyelids. I hope he dreams of me when he accidentally falls asleep on the couch or when he writes his beautiful stories and poems. And I hope he fucking misses me, because if i’m the one who did all the caring, and if i’m the one that does all the dreaming, all the missing and all the wondering, then how is this fair?”—Untitled. C.B. (via slowly-slipping-through)