The Little Man in my life that never forgets to appreciate me no matter what. Love you guys so much! #BigEdras #LittleEdras #Myboys

The Little Man in my life that never forgets to appreciate me no matter what. Love you guys so much! #BigEdras #LittleEdras #Myboys

🌻☀️🌻☀️🌻☀️🌻
I am a sunflower
I turn my face to the rays
As positivity soaks into my petals
My hair as fiery as the sun itself
Day and night, I follow happiness
And I do not stop reaching for the light
Despite what anybody thinks

Because I am a sunflower. (at On The Way Back Home)

🌻☀️🌻☀️🌻☀️🌻
I am a sunflower
I turn my face to the rays
As positivity soaks into my petals
My hair as fiery as the sun itself
Day and night, I follow happiness
And I do not stop reaching for the light
Despite what anybody thinks

Because I am a sunflower. (at On The Way Back Home)

hqlines:

~ Ernest Hemingway

hqlines:

~ Ernest Hemingway

"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between."

 Sylvia Plath

(via girlinlondon)

cameyflores:

"This is how you lose her"
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 
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cameyflores:

"This is how you lose her"

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her. 

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"

I will burn my lungs with cigarettes
And replace my blood with alcohol
As I realize you aren’t coming back

The earth will keep spinning
The stars will keep shining
And the wind will keep blowing

The world did not stop when you left
But my heart did

"

(via emilyologist)

"That night, you asked me how it felt like to be loved.
I half-smiled, knowing it was a little bit more convincing
to say that being loved by someone like him, felt nice.
But I could never begin to tell you,
that a love like ours was a mess of contradictions.
It was rough, and it was easy.
It was overwhelming, and it was pleasant.
It was happy, and it was sad.
It was a collection of memories
and painful goodbyes.
A love that still brings tears to my eyes.
A love that still makes me wish,
I wasn’t so young, then.
A love, pure.
A love, real.
A love that made me pick my insides,
and a love that cradled me to sleep.
Impatient, and kind.
Passionate, and angry.
Confusing, and just about every bit satisfying.
I wanted to say it then.
I wanted to say that it was everything I wished for
and everything I never wished for.
‘I don’t know.’ was all the response I could make out.
‘I don’t really think love suits me.’"

Keen Malasarte, “I Don’t Really Think Love Suits Me” (via acupofkeen)

"Loving you was my pained smile."

threesidesofaneightsidedcircle (via yoursixwordstory)

"You never knew what you wanted."

I don’t think it was me.

http://finding-us.tumblr.com/

(via yoursixwordstory)

"I’ve moved on, just not over."