One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Steve Maraboli (via perfect)
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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.
Anais Nin (via seoulobsession)
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14 hours ago // 6,359 notes
I wish he wanted to fight to keep me. He said he didn’t want to lose me then he does this. I don’t understand. A huge part of me wants him to come crawling back and wishes that last week didn’t happen. I’m in Melbourne and I’m bringing Steph down. I can’t even eat properly. I haven’t finished one meal since I’ve been here. I just take a photo and peck at it. I feel so shit.
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