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I hope that you all shared and had the most wonderful Christmas, filled with nothing but the sound of family or a fireplace in the background, hot cocoa burning your tongues, and that seemingly endless music lulling you all to sleep. I love you babes, I know I haven’t been here lately but know that <3

I am just sleepy okay



Courtney Shallcross by Zachary Handley for Catalogue #06 Summer 2013/4

There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

(Source: blood-and-magic, via jacquelineevan)


Emergence - v.9 Black Friday Countdown.

Anonymous: REVENGE IS GETTING SO INTENSE SHANNY. I hate that Emily and Aiden are engaged though :( I'm all for her and Jack, but that particular future is looker bleaker every episode :(

BABY I KNOW. I just caught up last night and ugh I don’t know how any sane person could do this, she’s gone so far with it and now Jacks in love with margeaux which I still can’t even decide if I like or not and Emily is literally engaged to two people (jk amanda is and emily is to the other) - i don’t know, I feel like her and Aiden aren’t going to last. They played Jack and Amanda (Emily) up so much it wouldn’t make sense to never have them together… 

Anonymous: May ask I why vampire diaries is starting to weird you out?

because i feel like they just out of nowhere pulled out this torture thing i don’t know, i guess it makes sense but all of the doctor scenes with damon strapped up and him cutting into his fucking eye like stop………. its like hostel/saw meets tvd and i don’t like it


© Bradford Gregory

okay, vampire diaries is starting to weird me out a little now wtf

my dog i had to put down last year honestly meant so much to me, sometimes i find myself laying in bed trying to sleep and i just randomly think about him and all of the little things i ever did wrong and my chest swells and my heart physically hurts and i feel like I’m tip toeing on the constant edge of having a panic attack and all i can do is cry.

i don’t know how to stop missing things that are gone.