drunklydias:

just because your idea of a good time is curling up with a book and hers is doing tequila shots does not make you a better person than her

tristamateer:

I hope one day
somebody loves you
so much

that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips

that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways

that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

Buddhist Saying (via wendesgray)