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As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.
Steve Maraboli (via whenmysexyisright)

i had a dream about you last night, because i read on that stupid website about how your bike got stolen. which made me realize that i didn’t know you had a bike. did you have a bike when i knew you? i don’t think so. i don’t remember it if you did. it was such a short time, really. that time we were together could fit tenfold into the amount of time that’s passed since i’ve seen you. but still. i think about you sometimes. sometimes, i do. I’m not sure why. i think about how it would be different with you, if it had worked out. how everything would be different. everything would be so different. 

it wouldn’t have worked anyway, i know. i didn’t have enough love to sustain both of us, couldn’t make it big enough to fill both your heart and my own, as well, where your love for me should have been. it’s no way to live, really. it’s no way to live.

sometimes i feel like i get flashes of how I’m going to feel in 30 years about decisions I’ve made. or about things that have just happened to me. i try really hard to concentrate and stay still but they always slip away. 

I always do the wrong thing. I do the wrong thing so much that the times I actually do the right thing stand out so brightly in my memory that I forget I always do the wrong thing.
Lorrie Moore (A Gate at the Stairs)

cheriselovesallthethings:

He didn’t pick me so I need to move on with my freakin’ life.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

anniehinton:

The Avett Brothers - If It’s The Beaches

If I could go back
That’s the first thing I would do I swear that I would
Do my best to follow through
Come up with a master plan
A home-run hit, a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I’ll never let your love slip from my hands

It’s life, that’s all. There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all the time, and the only thing you can count on is that there’s not a thing you can do about it.
Jonathan Tropper (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Veronica A. Shoffstall (via kquinny)