Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.
|—||Simon Sinek (via floraeu)|
Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
|—||Charles Bukowski (via adderalldust)|
I need to hug you
I want to be beautiful for myself. Not for anyone or anything but for myself.
|—||Unknown (via cavum)|
I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks, actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings.