Sometimes It Hurts Instead.

Caitlin22DeafCalifornia

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

—Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)

(via andluciferlovedgod)

  1. If you like someone, wait.
  2. Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too.
  3. Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before.
  4. Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy.
  5. Get up earlier and watch the sun come up.
  6. Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm.
  7. Meet someone new, even just a friend.
  8. Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them.
  9. Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in.
  10. Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are.
  11. Listen to new music.
  12. Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them.
  13. It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day.
  14. Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section.
  15. Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.
  16. Make new memories.
  17. Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience.
  18. Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people.
  19. Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time.
  20. Learn to love every bit of yourself.

—How to feel better and become better by me (x)

(via andluciferlovedgod)

fuckyeahtattoos:

"Finding Strength in Pain" by Rich of Immortal Ink - Waterbury, CT, USA

fuckyeahtattoos:

"Finding Strength in Pain" 
by Rich of Immortal Ink - Waterbury, CT, USA

w3as3ly:

So you’re probably wondering, “what the fuck am i looking at?” And these two photos explain something that I’ve been struggling with here in LA. 

A kid at a university compiled the consensus for EVERY SINGLE individual in the United States. Each dot represents one person. The color of each dot represents their ethnicity. The top photo is where I lived for 19 years of my life. The bottom photo is where I’ve lived this past year. 

Blue dots, white. Red dots, asian. Green dots, black. Orange dots, latino. 

If you can’t tell, where I’m from in Tacoma has random white people that live far away from each other in what we call the boonies. But where people live closer together, that’s where we’re mixed together. In my middle school and high school, like sure there were clicks of friends, but I never sat and thought, damn this is segregated. Like my best friend Kathy back home is black but I never thought twice about it. All of us had similar slang. We mixed together beautifully I’d like to say. 

When I came to LA, the first thing I heard was “they push the poorer people inland, towards the desert.” Take a look at that bottom photo. It speaks for itself. I’m in a whole new world down here. When I moved down here, people thought I was a little “ghetto” for a white girl. Because of my slang and I’m not sure what else made me so different, except that I grew up in a really mixed together and equal city. Maybe the things that they were scared of didn’t scare me, because I knew it was delusional. I’m still not sure. 

Idk I’m just ranting but basically yes, because i’m white I live an easier life. i get it. I don’t have the least idea of how things really are. But i’d like to say that it genuinely bothers me. And confuses me. And this is why I want my kids to grow up in Tacoma. So they can step outside themselves, and when they go to rich places like LA, they can sense how fucked up it can be, and that it’s not okay. 

The rich shouldn’t all be white. The white shouldn’t all live together on the beach. The poor shouldn’t have to be born poor because of the lines that were already drawn.

And when I do end up as successful as I plan to be, I’m not going to end up living along the water, ignoring all the lines that are drawn. I’ll want to blur all the lines and bring that sense of Tacoma wherever I go.