a mixture of thoughts.

11 things every woman deserves in life:

littlemiss:

1. A friend who takes your side and has the guts to tell you when you’re wrong.
2. One item of clothing that instantly makes you feel twice as beautiful and half as nervous.
3. The occasional good cry, for no particular reason.
4. A man who just cannot get enough of your body.
5. At least as much pay as the guy at the next desk who does the same job.
6. A same-size friend with an incredible closet.
7. A really hot, really fast red car. Failing that, really hot red shoes you can run in.
8. The expensive toilet paper.
9. To sometimes lie back and take, take, take in bed.
10. A grandparent equivalent: wise, huggable, all ears.
11. A life in which you play the starring role.

8593.) i would marry you in a heartbeat.

(via blogsecret)

8549.) Everybody has that "someone" that they are still hung up on and just can't get over. They are so heartbroken. I'm beyond heartbroken. I'm numb. I wish I had pain in my life than feeling nothing at all.

(via blogsecret)

How To Move On:

sweetxblasphemy:

-Say goodbye.  Squeeze his hand, drink champagne.  Make love.  Kiss his face.
-Cry, hug, drive away, blind with sadness.
-Shower, wash his smell, his mouth, his hands, away.
-Make mental notes. Erase them.
-Tell the story, over and over.  Hear yourself sound nonchalant.
-Feel like a fraud.  Feel like you’re in a hundred pieces.
-Miss him.
-Sleep with someone else. Don’t stay the night. Feel hollow, like you could float away.
-Hide everything. The pretty boxes gifts came in. Little notes he left. Throw away photo albums, concert tickets, movie stubs, wine corks.
-Cry. Drink.
-Make hot tea, take a walk. Buy a camera, take pictures of trees, your feet.  -Drink wine. Cry. Paint your bedroom. Pet the dog. Take a nap, wear a summer dress. Take a date, eat sushi, talk about your brothers and sisters. Read a book, sleep in, window shop, buy new shoes. Make a scrapbook, make spaghetti.
-Feel better.  Feel something.  Feel okay.

10925.) weve been broken up for months now.

blogsecret:

i throw up four nights a week. i cant sleep on countless occasions. im still hurting. im still in pain. i texted you for the first time since we broke up. you were a jerk. it hurt. it still hurts. here i lay, still in pain. thank you. for messing me up this bad. combining this with my depression, its over for me. im brilliant, but you have torn me. you have broken me.

The Titanic is my all time favorite movie. I haven’t watched it since we broke up. I don’t think i’ll ever be able to watch it again without crying when it gets to the parts that make me think of you.