Forever swooning over lapis lazuli 💙💚 (at Rhawnhurst, Philadelphia)
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Polaris by ShopPolaris →

I’ve been doing A LOT on Etsy. I listed a bunch of handmade stuff and changed my shop name, description, etc. Feel free to take a look by clicking through! I’m also on instagram at: etsypolaris

pdlcomics:

Everything

Day 5 of quitting smoking and the “I’m slowly dying” feeling is finally beginning to wear off. Feeling motivated to NEVER start smoking again…. this shit is for the birds.

Ripped pants, bruised butt, long talks with our feet dangling very high over the Delaware. A very good time, during which Mike very importantly reminded me of my favorite life motto: “Only do things that bring you joy.”

I’m single again, but the difference this time is that my (actually surprising) relief about it far outweighs my sadness about it. Learning important lessons about not settling and not overlooking red flags (both with the other person and with my own feelings). Sometimes you just don’t mesh together and need to realize you don’t HAVE to (even if it takes a hot second to get to that realization). I didn’t (and don’t) hate that boy or that relationship, I just needed a hard nudge to let go of the dread of starting from scratch.

Anyways, I feel like doing all of the “me” things I’ve been neglecting the past 10 months of being in a sometimes overwhelmingly committed relationship, and I actually cried while I was on my way home because I was dancing in my car to my best feel good song and I realized how much I missed myself. I got way too swooped up in the idea of “this is how the life plan goes” that I didn’t even remember to dance in my underwear every once in a while and that’s the only thing I’m smacking myself in the head for.

orsaminore:

Found out via Instagram that a guy I slept with a couple of months ago with just up and moved clear across the country, and if that’s not the most appropriate symbol of my current relationship status I don’t know what is

This made me laugh out loud

st-pam:

Pen and marker landscapes
2018

(via magneticpanda)

caradocdearborn:

“There’s a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep ‘em all away from you. That’s never possible.”

literature posters; to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

Falling in love with with wrong boys taught me that sex will be taken if wanted, arguments will end in heart break, and love and manipulation are not mutually exclusive. It’s been years, but sometimes I still feel like I’m in the house I grew up in, crying as a boy says, “I won’t give your phone back until you suck it.” Sometimes I dream about an old beat up Pontiac parked at a rest stop with nowhere to sleep, making a bed out of the back seat that would be my home for days. There was nothing happy about those loves. There was nothing kind, nothing soothing. It was me with bloodied feet from the eggshells I walked on.

This one is different. This one is kind. This one listens. This one learns how to love me, understands, tries to be patient. And though it’s only been a short time in the great span of life, there is nothing more satisfying, more warm, more joyful, or more completely terrifying than loving him.