stop-criticizing-start-praising

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)
justlouisabeinglouisa

justlouisabeinglouisa:

jtaime-etmoi:

sparkleinfestation:

jtaime-etmoi:

Played uke to feel better on a rough night. by no means perfect

@_______________________@ You have a lovely voice!!!!!!

Thank you!!! :)

Darling, lovely voice and great playing, you’re wonderful and you look so happy :) Here are some songs you should check out! 

Happy - Christopher Drew

Losing It - Christopher Drew

Oh Baby It’s Love - HelloGoodby

Halleleuja Cover - Leonard Cohen 

Bubbly - Colbie Caillat 

Try - Colbie Caillat  *if you haven’t heard this yet, it’s wonderful and reminds me of you <3 

Please take a look at these!! :D

Thank you so much!! I will definitely try to learn those :) ❤️❤️❤️

sparkleinfestation

sparkleinfestation:

jtaime-etmoi:

Played uke to feel better on a rough night. by no means perfect

@_______________________@ You have a lovely voice!!!!!!

Thank you!!! :)

Played uke to feel better on a rough night. by no means perfect

larienelauren
I went to the top of a high-rise hotel, entered the spacious bar, and ordered a Heineken. It took ten minutes for the beer to come. Meanwhile, I planted an elbow on the armrest of my chair, rested my head on my hand, and shut my eyes. Nothing came to mind. With my eyes closed, I could hear hundreds of elves sweeping out my head with their tiny brooms. They kept sweeping and sweeping. It never occurred to any of them to use a dustpan.
Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via stxxz)