— What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)
that awkward moment when you forget that you changed your phone number and then try to text someone you haven’t talked to in a while without telling them who you are
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via paintdeath)
This is very important. When I read this my mind immediately goes to a person that in just four short months managed to make endless attempts at destroying the happiness of me and the person that I love; someone that yes, has gone through some very sickening and saddening things, but has allowed that to make her feel as though she is privileged to make everyone else around her just as unhappy.
It’s sick that you think it’s okay to be a ‘home-wrecker.’ It’s like you are proud of yourself for that. You think that because your physical appearance is recognized kindly that it’s okay for you to be an awful person. Your daisy duke shorts, your high heels, and your red lipstick won’t hide your hideous soul, your ugly personality, and your shrunken heart. Happiness will never come to you when you’re searching for it in the aching hearts of others at your own doing. I firmly believe in karma, sweetheart, and just like it will one day come to Randy, it will undoubtedly come to you.
a little horny
a little ok
a little dead inside
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
— Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)
— (via band-of-thieves)