Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
    Thomas Cardinal Wolsey (via onebrain)

    (Source: aquaticwonder)

    Maybe it isn’t about having all the answers. When
    things get hard, maybe we aren’t being patronized–
    maybe sometimes we just need to be told to remember
    to slow down. So step in the dew of the morning grass
    with bare feet and remember what it’s like to feel something.
    Sip on your coffee with a little too much sugar, and forgive
    yourself. Be late to a meeting without speeding, and
    forgive yourself. Maybe we’re twenty something and our
    hearts falter when you ask us about where we’re going. Maybe
    we’re twenty something and our hands shake when you ask
    us about who we’re loving. Maybe none of ‘what matters,’
    matters. The tests we failed and the boys and girls that never
    liked us back, the jobs we won’t get and the boys and girls who
    will never like us back; the bad drivers, the bullies, the broken
    faucets and pens with fading ink, the gendered magazines and
    the bank account decorated with $24.56. What about us?
    What about new freckles and shy smiles? Cats stretching off beds
    and fresh rain in April? When did we forget to love everything?
    When did we forget to love ourselves? Because just maybe it’s
    about this. Just maybe, it’s about now. So what about now?

    just maybe,
    valentina thompson (via theseoverusedwords)
    A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.

    Are we dating?
    Are we fucking?
    Are we best friends?
    Are we something in between that?

    I wish we never fucked and I mean that.

    Childish Gambino, Heartbeat (via m-i-l-a)