delete the people that make you feel bad about yourself from your life, unfollow them, delete their numbers, erase their texts, find happier people, pet a dog, watch a silly movie, forget about them, you’re better off
“The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.”—Helen Mirren. (via endangerment)
before you fall in love with me, let me tell you that I smoke too many cigarettes, and I would rather watch the moon on a Saturday night than go out and get drunk at expensive bars with people that don’t give a damn about me. let me tell you that I am yesterday’s paper throw in the garbage, unread. I am not a romantic midnight walk down by the park, or everlasting roses that never wilt. I am not a gracious ocean, but rather a humid, filthy swamp. so before you fall in love with me, run.