"The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness."

— Daniell Koepke (via cosmicspread)

(Source: psych-facts, via el-gato-lindo)

I really love dancing so much. I’ll never be what I was but it was a big catalyst for me getting well.

If it’s not apparent, tonight’s tap class (at a more advanced level than I’ve be participating at since I started again) went pretty damn successfully.

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How to feel better about yourself:

1. Sleep without underwear every once and a while, it’s good for you. Maybe even try sleeping naked.

2. Take long baths with tea, ice cream, or whatever you please. Throw in bubbles if that’s your style.

3. Look at yourself like you look at your best friend. Find the freckles you love, what your eyes look best with, what hairstyle compliments your smile.

4. When you look at your naked body in the mirror, only think good things. Say compliments to yourself aloud. Watch yourself smile, and encourage yourself.

5. Take yourself out on a date. Treat yourself to the things you love. You’re alone yes, but there is nothing wrong with that. Remember all the times you were smothered by people and talking crowds, and you only wanted to be alone with yourself.

6. Write yourself a love note. Tell yourself your favorite things about you, and tell yourself all the things you want to become. Tell yourself you’ll love you forever.

7. Take pictures of yourself. Selfies are magnificent! Take 500! Take them everywhere! Find the good lighting! Pick your favorite one and realize what a wonderful work of art you are.

8. Acknowledge your accomplishments, all of them. Got out of bed? It’s hard sometimes and it’s been hard before, so honestly great job. Drink lots of water, and at the end of the day congratulate yourself for staying hydrated. Let yourself know when you are proud, and soak up the feeling of “well done”.

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— (via cobie-smulders)

(Source: aavocadobaby, via landfothergill)

A rubbishy phone photo of the Creme Egg brownies that I made yesterday.
Gooey goodness.

A rubbishy phone photo of the Creme Egg brownies that I made yesterday.

Gooey goodness.

So I guess I just spent an hour with someone I hadn’t seen in nearly twelve years.

Tags: I need a hug

"I think we still live in a culture that assumes that men are single by choice and women are single because no one wants them."

Sara Eckel, This is Why You’re Still Single (It’s Not Why You Think)  (via aprettypastiche)

(Source: live-to-the-point-of-tears, via feminists-rage-in-texas)

When I was little, my dad owned a Carbeth Hut (google them). He used to take my sister and I on walks from Milngavie to Carbeth. I remember being so intrigued by these rickety pine structures, many of them built in the thirties, with smoke billowing from their chimneys.

It was nearly always raining on our trips there. My favourite red wellies would often be covered in mud but you would be surprised how easily a trip to The Cartbeth Inn for some hot vegetable soup washed down with a glass of Irn Bru can cure an 8 year old’s sorrows.

One of my earliest memories is of the overnight stay that we spent in ‘The Hut’.  I couldn’t have been any older than five years old (making my sister around three and a half) and unlike our other visits, it was a swelteringly warm summer evening. I remember my sister and I sharing a bath in the outdoor water tank (redneck style). We bedded down in the shabby pine bunk-beds and fell straight into a deep slumber after a long day’s adventuring.

I remember waking up during the night and seeing my dad sitting on the door step, smoking a cigarette. He made me some milky tea to drink and showed me the stars. He explained that you could see far more stars when you weren’t in the city and pointed out constellations here and there. I’ll never forget seeing my first shooting star fall behind the trees.

"I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it."

Winona Ryder (via fuckinq)

(Source: everyday-islike-sunday, via infinite--mattering)

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