We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Anaïs Nin  (via sexual-feelings)

(Source: observando, via sexual-feelings)

zodiacchic:


more here (:
mtvstyle:

Preach it Iggy #takenotesyall

I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.

Christopher Barzak (via psych-facts)

My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.

Yohji Yamamoto  (via sexual-feelings)

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kushandwizdom:

More good vibes here

upgraders:

*types boobies on calculator*
*jacks off*

(via sexual-feelings)

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

Robin Williams (via psych-facts)

(Source: jranon, via calliebabyfairy)