Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.

(via luhansangel)

Can you do this? (We’re pretty sure you can.)

(Quelle: j-term)

We need to
stop
teaching daughters
to always be quiet
and apologetic.
They are instructed
to walk on ice
and carefully string words
as they trip over thin tongues
while our sons
run rampant.
Michelle K., Growing Up With a Brother (via aestheticintrovert)
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?
― Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (via halluzinogen)

(Quelle: observando)

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.
Emily Haines (via badtense)

(Quelle: quote-book)

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
― Augusten Burroughs  (via re-examine)

(Quelle: skylerhobbs)

My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
rustyvoices (via weareallgettingby)

(Quelle: wordsaresinging)

Stand and face me, my love,
and scatter the grace that’s in your eyes.
― Sappho, excerpt of To a Handsome Man (via petrichour)

(Quelle: camilla-macauley)

Because in the end you are really alone, whatever you do.
― Marina Abramović (via c-oquetry)

(Quelle: rabbitinthemoon)

I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
― Benioff, David. City of Thieves. (via wordsnquotes)
Part of me died with you.
― (via yoursixwordstory)
Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie  (via babezie)

(Quelle: emotional-algebra)

When you have cancer, people send flowers; when you lose your mind, they don’t.
― Elyn R. Saks, The Center Cannot Hold  (via sleepwithbutterflies)

(Quelle: dearlittlegrape)

Hay un lugar en la tierra que es un vasto desierto desolado, un lugar poblado por las sobras de los muertos en sus multitudes, un lugar donde los vivos están muertos, donde solo la muerte, el odio y el dolor existen.
― Giuliana Tedeschi
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