amarycanstyle:

"There’s a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say, oh God, I’ve got to see my friends ‘cause I’m too content being by myself." -Drew Barrymore

amarycanstyle:

"There’s a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say, oh God, I’ve got to see my friends ‘cause I’m too content being by myself." -Drew Barrymore

(via lunarix)

notxwelcome:

A big part of being a good friend is always encouraging your friends to do what’s best for them. If they need some time apart? Let them have space. If they need to move away to better themselves? Support it. Just be there and validate what they’re doing. It’s more important than you think.

(via lunarix)

ottersunday:

the most insulting thing anyone has ever said to me
september, 2014

the most insulting thing anyone can tell to someone. however it’s so liberating.

ottersunday:

the most insulting thing anyone has ever said to me

september, 2014

the most insulting thing anyone can tell to someone. however it’s so liberating.

mistake

violentstoriesforteaandcookies:

"My friend once told me  she liked this guy because of his hands And I found it absurd that anyone  would develop feelings over one feature, … and not care about the rest It wasn’t until you used your hands  to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed  and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,  and my insides exploded and my head buzzed with bliss. And the first night you slept over,  you fell asleep with your hand  laid over my stomach  and your fingers felt like a fire  that I didn’t mind burning my skin. The first time we got drunk,  was the first time you played with my hair,  and my god I was hooked,  I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop. And in public you’d hold my hand,  and rub your thumb in little circles  that left me wanting you more,  no matter what you would never let me go,  I was glued to you,  and I honestly didn’t mind When we talked about breaking up,  you saw my lips quiver with fear,  and you brushed over my lips with your fingers before pulling me into your lap  and you kissed me like never before.  With your hands on my hips  pulling me so close to you,  leaving no space in between us.  It was then I realized I never wanted you to go Its now that,  I finally understand why hands  were the only feature that mattered.”—Hands, Carol Shlyakhova
Drawing by Gwendolinoleum Gangrene

violentstoriesforteaandcookies:

"My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered.”

—Hands, Carol Shlyakhova

Drawing by Gwendolinoleum Gangrene