Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
-Robert Brault (via inathens
A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.
update: i think i made my mom a bit jealous of pottery barn mom which is sad bc my mom is the coolest and most fun mom i just aspire to be a fashionable mom that maybe isn’t always cool but is always hot SORRY I LOVE YOU MOM UR COOL N HOT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
P.S I STALKED YOUR INSTA OH MY LORD YOU SO PRETTY !
YOU ARE AN ANGEL OH MY WORD
I WONDER WHAT SHE DOES FOR A LIVING
i pretty much imprinted on that mom in pottery barn
so i went to pottery barn today and fell in love with everything there and i saw this woman in there in cute suede booties and a black down coat with skinny jeans (not to mention a marc jacobs bag) and she had two well behaved children (a boy and a girl) and the boy was sporting a wool pea coat at the ripe age of four or w/e and the girl was wearing tiny ugg boots and the same jacket as her mom except pink and that’s when i decided to mentally capture that moment and decide to be that woman when i grew up AND THEN I saw her in nordstrom buying clothing for her hubby and was just like wow ok THATS MY ONLY REAL GOAL IN LIFE IS TO FOLLOW IN THIS STRANGER’S FOOTSTEPS just wow round of applause to her life like you go girl i hope you have a lasting marriage and your house looks like a pottery barn catalog just wow wow wow
If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.
-Unknown (via thatkindofwoman
Much love to you beautiful x
thank you so much lovely!!
How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.