I tell you to keep going, not because it’s easy. Not because it doesn’t hurt. I tell you to keep going because there’s no other way. To stop is to die. Life is in motion. In growth. In change. Life is in seeking and in finding. Life is in redemption. Each moment is a new birth. A new chance to come back, to get it right.
A new chance to make it better.
 Yasmin Mogahed (via dailyreminders4me)

mahhnoorr:

Relationship status: No lock on phone required.

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)
When you break up with someone, it’s very easy to want to erase that part of your life. But the real world isn’t Facebook; you can’t just untag yourself from someone’s life. The picture is still there. It still exists in the cyberspace of deleted memories. The picture was still taken and the smile you have in the picture is still real, in past tense. You can’t just backspace all the love you had like an embarrassing typo. Love is not a typo. It is not an embarrassing malfunction in the hard drive of your heart. It is an expansion pack in the game of life. Sometimes it works forever, sometimes it breaks, sometimes it gets boring, sometimes you just need an upgrade. A new disk - a fresh start. But the echo of your old love is still there, lingering in the walls of your recycle bin. It should not be forgot. It deserves that much.
don’t delete who you were; learn and remember (via writingbyella)
Sometimes life knocks you on your ass… get up, get up, get up!!! Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them.
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via hqlines)


You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

jaclcfrost:

let me check your temperature [puts hand on your forehead] hm. hmm. ah. yes. just as i expected. you’re totally cute

You’re looking for love & consistency from inconsistent people who don’t know love. And it’s stealing your hope.