mes pensées vivantes...
heartfeltxomemory:

yourmyforeverandalways:

this would be the story of my life right now.

heartfeltxomemory:

yourmyforeverandalways:

this would be the story of my life right now.

Lazy

i feel really disgusting. i have not been to the gym for going on 2 months, i used to workout 5 days a week, 2hrs a day. wonder what changed? oh yeah, i get worked to death by my boss who treats me like a dog, who in the end doesnt pay me what i deserve. so… besides getting fat, i could get better pay working for mcdonald’s, and i probably would get treated better as well. i find that to be the saddest part of this whole ordeal, i also find there to be a sadder part BECAUSE i have had off all last week, pure opportunity to go to the gym, yet haven’t.

don’t tell me “i’m beautiful”, the goddamn mirror says enough. or maybe my insecurities do because isn’t the mirror suppose to always tell you, you’re beautiful? oh the hypocrisy.

please tell me i am beautiful.

thosesunnydays:

(via earthtocayleigh)
uponyourdeadbody:

bearsmakemoney:

-xobigcitydreams:

atlanticlungs:

teenage-romance:-dani:wishland:ohdarlinggiulia:ohellobeautiful:amberrcow:allliwantedwasyou:imalonehere:(via allforyoumyydaaisy)
subject-to-change:

LEARN IT LIVE IT LOVE IT

subject-to-change:

LEARN IT LIVE IT LOVE IT

Selfish

i really miss writing. i used to write all the time. i really don’t know what changed, but i think it was because of my absence and not wanting to face the things i knew i was feeling; things i could easily read whenever i felt the desire to, things i read on a daily basis, things i read that i just didn’t want to deal with. what a mistake it was… writing makes me feel alive.


ps, i really want my boyfriend home from deployment. i really want to see his smile and kiss him but most of all, i really want to be able to touch him. i just want to be able to hold his hand and feel him there with me all the time. he makes everything better. - 189 days which equals 6 months and 6 days. please go by fast, i beg of you.

So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel good about them.