Have you ever felt like you just aren’t good enough? Like no one understands what you’re going through and you have absolutely no way to explain it? I know I’m being dramatic but that’s my life tonight.

XO,
k.

rekindle • remind • relax • rejoice

My theme for this year.

Rekindle old friendships and old feelings. Hope in the future for these things.

Remind myself who I am and what my purpose is. Remind myself that the little things are no big deal and that everyone is equal.

Relax in life. Calm down and don’t fret so much. Take things easy and enjoy moments and memories.

Rejoice in the creation and the creator. Rejoice in the opportunities alive.

riqht:

oh god this is perf.

(Source: oceansidewithme, via fuckrules-kickass)

yikes:

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

i reblog this every time its on my dash

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Blah blah blah. I’m a teenager and it won’t last. Blah blah blah.

I’m in love with him. You can’t stop me.

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Sometimes I wish that books didn’t have “underlying meanings”. That there was no theme and no second reason. The words were just the words and the story was just being told so someone could hear it word for word.

littlelolsz:

theburiedlife:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll

ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

forever reblog

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I can’t help my brain.
Sometimes it wanders and thinks maybe there is someone else in your life.

I can’t help my hormones.
I’m a teenage girl and that means I’m 75% mentally unstable 80% of the time.

It’s been one of those nights that I just feel incompetent. Being away from someone you love as much as we are away from eachother makes me wonder if its worth it. I never feel like I’m doing enough. And it’s hard.

That’s life.
Life is hard.