psych-facts:

It’s okay to be a little sad sometimes. Everyone has battles to fight, insecurities to face, loves to contend and goals to attain. It’ll do you a lot of good to stop pretending everything is okay and just be real for once.. -BW

psych-facts:

It’s okay to be a little sad sometimes. Everyone has battles to fight, insecurities to face, loves to contend and goals to attain. It’ll do you a lot of good to stop pretending everything is okay and just be real for once.. -BW

1 year ago
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thetrevorproject:

Fair warning: you may tear up after reading this letter from 10-year-old Sophia Bailey Klugh to President Obama about her two dads and his response.

So where’s that evidence that two same-sex parents are bad for children?

1 year ago
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Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever (via definitelydope)
1 year ago
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You can either accept that loss is a part of loving, that caring for someone means you can and will be hurt, or worse; or you can try and break the world that broke your heart.
I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.
David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via simply-quotes)

(Source: simply-quotes, via happy--l-ife)

1 year ago
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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via definitelydope)
1 year ago
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