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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

edm-life-or-die:


Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

edm-life-or-die:

Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

ipoog:

do you think the museum will accept this as a fossil

ipoog:

do you think the museum will accept this as a fossil

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

slenclerman:

slenclerman:

its three am. do you know where your notes are?

image

(via thathilariousasian)

wizyoshi:

My mother texted me saying dinner was on the stove. She never cooks so it was a nice suprise.When I got home after work I saw a pot on the stove,thinking it was pasta I quickly opened it. Inside there was a Mcdonalds bags… I knew it was too good to be true, atleast I got some nuggets.

wizyoshi:

My mother texted me saying dinner was on the stove. She never cooks so it was a nice suprise.When I got home after work I saw a pot on the stove,thinking it was pasta I quickly opened it. Inside there was a Mcdonalds bags… I knew it was too good to be true, atleast I got some nuggets.

(via nikki-brenski)

lilyfanciesprongs:

lord-tardis-is-my-division:

Bless  you you sassy bastard

this guy is pure sass

(via pocket-full-of-my-dreams)

donkjonah:

to infinity and beyonce

image

(via a-guy-on)

homurica:

urbancatfitters:

                no
         no          no
    no                   no
   no         no        no
    no                   no       
       no             no
                no

the circle of life

(via everythingaboutliam)

doglets:

what? this isn’t a nude beach this is a nerd beach who’s ready to catch some .wavs

(via thathilariousasian)

beerito:

the only language I speak

beerito:

the only language I speak

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

slydig:

tsarbucks:

slydig:

dont be mean 

be median or mode

damn math fandom bloggers

(via thathilariousasian)

pizza:

drowninginthe-mainstream:

in math class were doing fractions and using pizza as an example and i keep expecting tumblr user pizza to just burst into the middle of my math class and say something witty

is it ok if i burst in on your text post instead?

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

edm-life-or-die:


Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

edm-life-or-die:

Walk into the library like whatup i got a weird cock

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

ipoog:

do you think the museum will accept this as a fossil

ipoog:

do you think the museum will accept this as a fossil

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

slenclerman:

slenclerman:

its three am. do you know where your notes are?

image

(via thathilariousasian)

wizyoshi:

My mother texted me saying dinner was on the stove. She never cooks so it was a nice suprise.When I got home after work I saw a pot on the stove,thinking it was pasta I quickly opened it. Inside there was a Mcdonalds bags… I knew it was too good to be true, atleast I got some nuggets.

wizyoshi:

My mother texted me saying dinner was on the stove. She never cooks so it was a nice suprise.When I got home after work I saw a pot on the stove,thinking it was pasta I quickly opened it. Inside there was a Mcdonalds bags… I knew it was too good to be true, atleast I got some nuggets.

(via nikki-brenski)

lilyfanciesprongs:

lord-tardis-is-my-division:

Bless  you you sassy bastard

this guy is pure sass

(via pocket-full-of-my-dreams)

donkjonah:

to infinity and beyonce

image

(via a-guy-on)

homurica:

urbancatfitters:

                no
         no          no
    no                   no
   no         no        no
    no                   no       
       no             no
                no

the circle of life

(via everythingaboutliam)

doglets:

what? this isn’t a nude beach this is a nerd beach who’s ready to catch some .wavs

(via thathilariousasian)

beerito:

the only language I speak

beerito:

the only language I speak

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

slydig:

tsarbucks:

slydig:

dont be mean 

be median or mode

damn math fandom bloggers

(via thathilariousasian)

pizza:

drowninginthe-mainstream:

in math class were doing fractions and using pizza as an example and i keep expecting tumblr user pizza to just burst into the middle of my math class and say something witty

is it ok if i burst in on your text post instead?

(via breathingkeepsusalive)

"

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

"

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Let me introduce myself a bit; my name is Sabrina, I live in Canada, I live on music. I'm really bad at talking about myself but if you'd like to know more about me, just ask, I don't bite. :)
The type of pictures I reblog depend on my mood. Remember, if you're going through a hard time, things will get better.<3
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I also want to warn you that I may have some triggering images, this is just a place to express my feelings when the world is too hard to deal with.
* I DO NOT PROMOTE SELF-HARM. And if you're actually reading this, please don't do anything harming to your body. Life is fragile, and you only live once. So make the best of it, and go out there. Tell that boy or girl you like them. Speak up for what you believe in or don't believe in. And most importantly, be yourself. I believe that you are beautiful, no matter what colour and shape you are, the religion you practice, where you live..

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