We Only Regret The Chances Not Taken


Small boobies and a cute booty are the best

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I’m so sick of my life never turning out the way I want it to


to “the one”,
wherever you are, I hope you sleep well tonight.
I’m not sure if we’ve met or if your name has ever crossed my mind
but either way, my heart misses you.

I imagine starting the day with you,
laughing in a haze of long kisses and hushed lips.
I wonder about the way your eyes will welcome the morning sun,
the way your hands might fumble for mine when I’m fast asleep.
how I might knock your book off the table so I can read your pages
on a quiet morning while a warm breeze makes the curtains sway.
I think about how I might fall in love
with the way your hand is twice the size of mine.
I wonder if we will take road trips with the windows down,
the afternoon setting on your jawline as I trace my name on your wrist.

I thought I’d let you know that I never finish a cup of coffee,
so please don’t fill my cup up all the way.
I’ll try my best not to spill my coffee on our paisley sheets
but I’m clumsy sometimes.
do you think it would be okay if I slept on the inside of our bed?
If not, we can take turns.
you need to know that my mind runs a million miles an hour,
you might have to grab my hand and tell me to slow down.
I want to laugh with you every night before we fall asleep.
some weekends we can just stay in bed and watch movies, right?
I hope you enjoy reading. If you don’t, that’s okay. but I hope you do.
please, lets promise to never let the romance die.

wherever you are, I miss you already.
love, me

wherever you are, I hope you wonder about me too//d.a.h (via whisperingbones)

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I hate not having friends that actually want to be with me.


My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not

So y’all can take your narcissistic
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.


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This post is so fucking important.

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you kids these days with your rapidly growing concern for the state of the world and your knowledge of important issues at increasingly younger ages despite having been told your opinions don’t matter by the adults who put you in these situations

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If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?

I was not prepared for this question

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the sunrise this morning was beautiful!!

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"Today I was taught that my ideal body weight is 20 pounds less than what I weigh
and had some arm fat squeezed only to be told that my BMI should be significantly lower.
Did I mention that we learned about eating disorders the week before?
After learning the signs, symptoms, and ways to eliminate anorexia and bulimia,
we were shown a video.
Seventeen picture of anorexic girls and a toothbrush down a throat later,
I found myself in the bathroom vomiting unwillingly for the first time in six months.
But this is not a poem about me or some vomit in a shitty school bathroom.
This is a poem about the way schools poorly teach eating disorders.
As I watched the anorexic and bulimic girls on the classroom TV
I saw not one boy or one person who weighed more than 100 pounds.
I am tired of being left out of the subculture of people who have struggled with eating disorders
I weigh 135 pounds.
Why am I not taught that over 10% of anorexics are boys?
If I am going to be accurately taught:
How to prove overlapping triangles congruent
When and why semicolons are used
How the holocaust affected Europe
and the chemicals that plants absorb
I sure as hell better be taught that
20 million woman and 10 million men suffer from eating disorders just in America a year.
It better become known to all 1,723 kids in my school that only 10% of people struggling with eating disorders actually receive some type of help.
Odds are you don’t know that
33% of boys admit to starving themselves in order to lose weight.
Odds are you don’t know that because health classes only show
the stereotypical anorexic girl who is white and does ballet.
Things are changing and so should health class curriculums.
I am tired of hearing my classmates call a petite girl anorexic or bulimic when body size and shape has nothing to do with having anorexia or bulimia.
Schools need to teach that these disorders are more than something that Hollywood stars turn to to lose weight,
These are diseases that take over the mind.
But until schools make that clear,
I am stuck watching videos of anorexic ballerinas with ribs more visible than the beauty that they once had."
Health Class is a hypocritical bitch by Lindsay Brooke (2.24.14)

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"Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are."
Jo Blackwell-Preston (via masoeuretmoi)

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