you can’t come back and just… drain me out again. You come back and you take all of me and you leave me so empty. again and again. it takes so long to make myself feel full.
“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me, and think of me. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I expect nothing, and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”
—
Anthony Hopkins
always remind yourself of this and it’ll get easier
(via misjudgments)
there are people in this world you haven’t even met yet who are going to love you so much, so please just hold on because the people who are right for you are coming
My life got better when I accepted that sometimes shit just doesn’t work out. You aren’t always going to get the job, the partner, the class, the internship or whatever else you care about. Sometimes shit hits the fan and you have to be okay with that. Every time your life falls to pieces you can’t hit the floor, you gotta get your shit together, let out a little cry and keep going. Like just bc shit doesn’t work out does not mean life is going terribly, it just means it wasn’t meant to be at this time and that’s A o fucking kay.
Treat yourself with the same kindness and gentleness you’d treat anyone else. You are absolutely deserving of it.
the second in my series “Letters To My Head.’
this idea is my own, please do not delete my caption :)
this is a very fifth eye open galaxy brain mood


