I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
—  Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness

ariana is allegedly in hospital because she’s been in hysterics for 15 hours, has allegedly discussed ending her career and is actively blaming herself for all of this and people are angry for her cancelling her tour?? priorities people, please.

people have lost their lives. families have been separated, an 8 year old girl has just been identified as the second victim. ariana’s whole team actively tried to protect people by taking young kids into safe areas- include her own mother.

this isn’t just a small inconvenience. this is a tragedy. think before you react. i’ve got too many people around me thinking about themselves other than those who deserve and need it.

people still do not consider their idols as human and continue to expect ariana to tour when she’s in pain. it’s sickening.


Because now I realized
that I don’t need someone
who keeps on babbling
about my mistakes,
who look at their fingers
and count all the wrong things
I have done within a day,
I knew then that who I need
is someone who is aware of
my bad days when I failed
to do my best,
but still encourage me to learn
all the lessons I have
to face and take.
—  ma.c.a // I knew, I can never be perfect
I fall in love
with the sea
even if I knew
it can drown me,
and I have more
love for you,
even if I knew
that it is
—  ma.c.a // Island of Feelings
At some point you’re gonna have to choose who you love the most. Them or yourself.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13 // a.s
And maybe
the most terrible—
yet the bravest thing
I’ve ever done,
was to continue walking
no matter how slow
my feet move,
no matter
how many times
I took a rest
and sat on the ground—
to stand up
and travel
this tough road
of mine,
when all I ever wanted
was to come back
to that wonderful moment
when things
never seem
to be wrong,
when things never hurt
so much—
and when everything
seems perfectly fine.
—  ma.c.a // Long Way Home