Keep Breathing.

I want to write about the world outside my window, but I have to start with the world inside of it.

Three important rules for breaking up
Don’t put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don’t make a big production
Don’t make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you’ve gone together for only a short time,
And haven’t been too serious,
There’s still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she prefers the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you’re honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he’ll appreciate the kind of straight forward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he’s a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends

—Nada Surf - Popular (via everybodytrydreamingoutloud)

Let it in.


So how will you make it?
You make it by changing the way you see it.
The break-up will be tough. More difficult than your friends will understand. Because they never saw just how amazing that person could have been - and that was what you believed in all along. The harsh reality is, they didn’t…


I don’t know who was more shocked that Red didn’t win album of the year

(via spoopyreeses)

After A While (You Learn.)

I always thought I’d marry you. Always thought we’d travel the world and have a few kids and have a dog and a cat and a house. I thought I’d wake up to you every morning, thought I’d roll over in the middle of then night and smile down at your sleeping face, thought I’d give you my sleepy smile when you came back to bed after getting up to get a drink of water.

I always thought I’d marry you. 

"After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul." 

I always felt safe around you. When my world began to shake, I fled to you for stability. You knew my comfort words, knew how to talk me down from the ledge. You understood the nightmares and the flashbacks. Understood the trigger words, the jokes that weren’t okay. You gave me a key for those 4am panic attacks, so I could crawl into bed and feel the security of your skin. You gave me a place to rest my crumbling bones.

"and you learn love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security."

You always bought me presents. Little gifts from quarter machines, chocolate during those “tough times” of the month. The rescued kitten for my birthday, the diamond necklaces for Christmas. My favorite movies. 

"And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t always promises."

And we fell apart, and all the orphaned kittens and forehead kisses in the world couldn’t save us. And I fell apart, all over my floor, all over my best friend’s couch, all night long. I’ve dehydrated, lost my voice, felt as if my heartstrings tore. I’ve lost my appetite, lost sleep. I’ve spent nights in terror from nightmares without your consoling. But I kept breathing. I let someone in, felt the familiar blows of hurt blow my fortress of confidence down, got back up and took a deep breath, reminded myself of who I am and why I am, and cauterized my wounds. I take deep breaths now, remind myself who I am and why I am. I listen to my music and write my poems and remind myself that I am an incredible woman. I play with my own hair and wipe my own tears. I put my own self back together.

"and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child." 

My aspirations are more than lists on paper. 

My friends’ basements are Saturday night refuges. 

I am not defined by the men I love.

I take myself on dates to bookstores and do my writing in the comfort of my own bed.

I sleep alone, no sheets to share. 

My heart, while a little empty, feels just a little bit bigger.

"And you learn to build all your roads on today,

because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”

I broke my own heart. I broke my best friend’s heart. 

But here the both of us are, still breathing.

I look back at three long years and walk away happy I shared it with him,

and with my head turned to the sky,

I walk a little more confidently.

I’m a little bit stronger. I’m a little bit more beautiful. A little more shiny and new. A little more free.

Falling in love with myself first this time.

A little more clumsy, a little more fragile at times. 

But I will be so much better with every tomorrow.

and until I fall asleep for the very last time.

"And you learn that you really can endure,

that you really are strong and you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn,

with every good-bye you learn.”

You learn. 


-After a While, Veronica A. Shoffstall

Now Playing: Jagged Little Pill, Alanis Morissette 

Long story short James texted me the phrase “Air Bud 2: Golden Reefer” and I had a lot of time on my hands. 

Long story short James texted me the phrase “Air Bud 2: Golden Reefer” and I had a lot of time on my hands. 

Things I am 100% done with


  • People leering over the bar, double checking every step of their drink. Yes, ass face, I put whipped cream on your mocha. 
  • People ordering a water from me at the bar the moment they step away from the register. 
  • "Oh, Im sorry, I wanted that iced"
  • "Hey, is this my drink?" when they’re the only person in the lobby 
  • Expresso. 

As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.
As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.
As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.
As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.
As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.
As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.
As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.
As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.
As long as dressing like a women is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman”, clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.
As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.
As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.
As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.
As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts”, “lacking self-respect” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them”, I am a feminist.
As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.
As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men then women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.
As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with him whenever he wants, I am a feminist.
As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.
As long as misogynist people exist, I am a feminist.