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Made in Texas. from Austin. Florida living. Peace.Love.Surfing.Maryjane. Aspiring police officer.
Increase the peace.
Complex. As. Hell.
Beauty is everywhere.

In seven years you will be less then a memory.

In seven years you will be less then a memory.


being 20+ on tumblr






Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.

Etymology: from Latin vivus “alive”.

[Fay Helfer]

those ones with the roots look so wonderful (well, they are all amazing, I just like those the best)


everything personal♡


everything personal♡

I am not here to tell you it’s going to be okay because you already
know that. Anyone can tell you that. I am not here to stitch up your

wounds. I am not a nurse or a doctor. I don’t know how to fix you
and I wouldn’t want to try. I am here to tell you that it’s time to heal.

It’s time to let go of the years you’ve lost to your misery. The years
you’ve spent falling in love with your sadness and the way

your bones look when there’s nothing but skin over them. Stop
planning out your funeral and stop writing your suicide note.

Save your energy for the love letters you will have to write one day.
Save your good stationary. Stop staring at your veins like they

will bleed answers. Some days, you will still feel the hollow sort of
heaviness like your bones are made of iron pipes.

All you need to hear is that it is okay to be sad for no reason, a
billion reasons, or for one small reason. Some days your lungs

will bleed and the fresh air is made of salt. Some days your skin will
be a wound and the world is nothing but acid. On these days,

you need to know that it is okay to cry. Some days you will feel
naked and vulnerable like when sadness left, he took your whole

closet with him. I am writing this because none of us can be saved.
None of us can be fixed, because there’s nothing that needs fixing.

You are you. Do not listen to the boy who tells you that you are
broken because he hasn’t bothered looking in a mirror.

Some days, loud noises will still feel like needles on your skin.
People will raise their voices and they will ask why you are scared

of them. Some days you will still cringe when men touch you.
There will be days when you will go the beach wishing

the sea were made of alcohol so that you can stop dreaming in
black and white. You will wonder why they’ve put you on so many

drugs and you will ask yourself why you can’t function on any less.
On days like this, there are only a couple things you must remember:

you’ve been through worse before. You are limitless. The
things you are capable of are infinite. There is someone waiting

to tell you how proud they are of you for making it this far.
I am writing this to tell you that it’s time to let go of your walls,

your ceiling, your floor and grab onto the sky.