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Can you maybe write a cute list of things and then at the end make it say -how to be happy. Or something like that? I'd write it if I knew how to be happy, but unfortunately these days it's harder than it should be so if you can then thank you!

HOW TO BE HAPPY:

1. Don’t beat yourself up for loving other people more than you love yourself. It just means that your heart is larger than most. You focus on others’ strengths and forgive their flaws.

2. Don’t invalidate your feelings. Your screaming, whining, crying, nostalgia and overthinking means you’re alive. You fought for something. Didn’t you? You did your job.

3. Don’t be ashamed of the goals you haven’t accomplished. You have dreams: you desire, you long, you grief, and you are ambitious! I am proud of you for wanting so many things. It means you have vision and passion.

4. Don’t fight yourself. You will be your oldest and only friend your whole lifetime. Nobody knows how to heal your wounds better than you. 

5. Let people into your secret world. Teach them all about you. When you do, you will feel good that someone wants to hear about what goes on inside your head.

6. Be thankful for your heart and mind. Sometimes we are unhappy with our exterior, but our thoughts and hearts compose our identity. Be proud of the love you have and the love you desire to give. 

7. Keep a full stomach! Don’t stay hungry and drink water!

8. Try to conquer small goals. You’ll find small thrills in the everyday things you accomplished. Reward your wishes.

9. Love others the way you long to be loved. This way you know you did one significant thing in this world.

10. Be good. Do the right thing even when your mind and body want to do otherwise. Don’t be vindictive or regretful. Let it go. Do good even when no one is watching. This way when you meet the love of your life you can tell them with confidence about who you really are when no one is looking. 

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You’ll find someone who’s brave enough to love you. Some day. One day. Not today.

Sandra Cisneros  (via 5000letters)

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There’s a point in your life when you know who’s there forever and who’s just around for a while. People change, but keep in mind so do you. Sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worst. Bad things happen to everyone, but you’re not in it alone. People lie, and some people just don’t care how you feel, but that’s life. Your heart beats, no matter how much pain you’re in, but everything will be okay eventually. There are always people in your life that just make your day, no matter where they are.

Quotes about life (via thelovewhisperer)

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Your hands were always too small to hold him. Your heart, already too full of others things and other people to love, so you never even gave him a chance. I know you convinced yourself that you treated him well. That what you two had was real. But I also know, that you avoid looking in mirrors when the lights are on. That you always lift your head up so you never have to see your own hands, or your own body. So you never have to think of the things you’ve done, or the damage you’ve caused.  You think that because there was no yelling, no tears, no show of emotion, that you could play with people’s feelings as much as you like - but breaking hearts behind closed doors doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Lying to people and sneaking around behind their backs doesn’t count as not hurting anyone. It only hurts them more. It only tells them that you never had the guts to be true to them; to ever confess to your mistakes. It makes them believe that they’re not worth it, just because you were always too afraid.

You won’t always be able to ignore the blood on your hands, IS. (via poetnextdoor)

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She doesn’t want to hear I’m sorry. She wants to hear the bees in your chest making love.

Tara Hardy, from “Adam’s Rib” in Bring Down the Chandeliers (via lipfused)

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A beautiful morning, spring has come early. I imagine us as if we had never ended the sunlight filtering through your window and spanning across our bodies. I sit up gratefully, tuning my mind to the chorus of birds and church-bells outside, and you move to lay your head upon my chest. You lie there and listen to its beat, its thankfulness for you, and your eyes are prisms in the light as they smile up at me. My heart is filled with emotion, sheets rustle- and as I lay my lips upon your forehead you imagine the gentle tapping of wings, and the birds only sing louder. I come back to reality, and all is silent. A clock is ticking softly by my side, but it is not yours, and I close my eyes with a sigh as I lay upon my floor- letting Time tick its way further away from you.

callingnightsky (via wnq-writers)

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An Analytical Of His Body: Skin: cold. young. glistening with sweat, both his and mine. soft. like Sunday mornings. Eyes: brown, far from average, big enough to swallow me whole; generous enough not to, barbed wire with others. open with me. Hands: greedy. naturally so. the size of supernovas. easy to hold. hard to let go of. impossible to keep satisfied. refer to: heart. Teeth: never there, unless I want them to be. exhausted. worn down. in love with the things that hurt them the most. definitely his own. Voice: strong but gentle, like pouring ran. feels best when against my skin. hard to predict. needs improvement in terms of speaking up. Heart: favorite. detailed. fragile, like mine. used; previously owned, like mine. still in the making, like mine. size of my palm. but not mine. never mine. never his, either. without a label. without a home.

a.v., an analytical of his body (via spiritslyrics)

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There are things you’ll never understand, things you’ll never be able to comprehend. But I ask that you don’t judge me by who you think I am through my words, but by who I’ve proven myself to be through my actions. I’d like to give you an inside look into my life and who I live with day to day. The people who have been there through everything, and the people who have joined the journey for only a period of time. The activities I’m involved in and the people I’ve met along the way. The adventures I’ve gone on, and the struggles I’ve faced. Be prepared: My story isn’t a fairytale, and I’ve faced many hardships. But my life is perfect through my eyes, and I am so lucky to have what I have.

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

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In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer (via quoted-books)

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Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via wordsnquotes)

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“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire  (via bibliophilebunny)

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It’s funny, the different memories that occurred at the same place. The tracks, under the moon, where you threw me away a few weeks before he picked me up. Locked lips; she walked away but not before spitting her threats. I ran after her, and our eyes were closed before the sun rose again. There was a message from him,  and I remember exactly what it said, it meant: “It’s okay, I won’t be another one who just looks away.”

Railway, IS. (via throughouthenight)

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You didn’t have to touch me to destroy me; your words entered my body like knives and they found home in the spaces between my bones and the corners of my mind and the depths of my lungs.

g.w  (via wordsnquotes)

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Winter love

#home#china#dalian#chinesenewyear

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Nurturing, Providing, and loving you passionately. May that be, my number of responsibilities. As one to the end, forever more. That’s how long I desire, our love to last for. Providing for you many and joyful memories. In hours of darkness, as well as brightness. I plan to supply for you. For your love for me and happiness, is all that matters to me.

Jonathan Anthony Burkett (via observando)

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Final Version 搞定

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Love never dies by Sarah Z