cinnamoniniette:

step 1: cry on your birthday (bonus points if you cry exactly at 8 PM)

step 2: have a girlphone (not a regular phone, a GIRLphone)

step 3: love unconditionally

step 4: name ur stuffies (bonus points if their names rhyme with one another)

step 5: read sad girl books

leonardospoetry:

Feeling too much 
can hurt sometimes, 
but one day you grow 
and realize
that your heart 
was never really 
broken.
It was just 
wide open.

ashstfu:

girl breakfast lunch dinner supper brunch etc

flowerytale:

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

ethelscane:

dollyvodka:

she’s so me

flowerytale:

Sharon Olds, from “Something Is Happening”, One Secret Thing: Poems

misrosem:

pointandshooter:

neighbor’s cat

photo: David Castenson

hakursblog:

heavensghost:

words from class of 2013 by mitski

tuapaz:

serratedpens:

“Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton (via 89words)