It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
― (via psych-facts)

(Quelle: dailydoseofstuf)

You were not made for the shame in his eyes when he can’t explain to his friends why he loves you.
Azra Tabassum (via agresnep)
Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice. It takes love.
― (via no6frahnocry)

(Quelle: maza-dohta)

give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
― Warsan Shire (via fraggybird)

(Quelle: pyrrhics)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
― Robert Frost (via ethiopienne)

(Quelle: observando)

Every person must choose how much truth he can stand.
― Irvin D. Yalom, from When Nietzsche Wept  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Quelle: travellingseagull)

You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all.
― Maya Angelou (via peelsofpoetry)
But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via adderalldust)

(Quelle: quotes-shape-us)

Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
― (via satans-ghost)

(Quelle: j-term)

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
― She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
― read that, again (via cirea)

(Quelle: angiellehcim)

'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'

'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’

― (via yesdarlingido)

(Quelle: typewriterdaily)

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

― danielle laporte   (via thenocturnals)

(Quelle: chelsieautumn)

Our triumph over sorrow is not that we can avoid it but that we can endure it. And therein lies our hope, that in spirit we might become bigger than the problems we face.

Marianne Williamson 

(via twloha)

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