These Scars Remain..
My name is Keisha. I'm currently working on trying to find happiness in simplicity. The deeply wounded have trouble with that. This is my journey, keep up if you can(:
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If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

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catsbeaversandducks:

Post-it Notes Left on the Train

Writer and illustrator October Jones, the creative genius behind Text From Dog and these funny train commute doodles, is at it again with these hilarious motivational post-it notes that he leaves on the train and in other random places.The upbeat doodles, which star Jones’ adorable character Peppy the Inspirational Cat, convey positive and funny messages meant to motivate daily commuters. Whether you’re feeling the Monday blues or in need of some encouragement, Jones’ delightful post-it notes are sure to brighten your day and remind you just how awesome you are.

Via My Modern Metropolis 

This is awesome!

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
Joshua Graham (via outdoor-anarchy)
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
You don’t ever really let go, though. You don’t stop. You don’t stop hurting, you don’t stop loving. It doesn’t go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it’s not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you’re okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way her mouth tasted, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It’s almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on a day-to-day level, you know you’re okay. Sort of.
Falling Into You (Jasinda Wilder)

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I cry everytime!

I cry everytime!

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.
Beau Taplin || One fraction of a moment.  (via capitainebackfire)

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Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.Michelle K., Lessons Learned 
Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.
Michelle K., Lessons Learned 

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melindacaroline:

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There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I love someone and it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone because what if you learn you need love and then you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Loosing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This could go on forever.
Grey’s Anatomy, Meredith Grey (via elevenminutes)
I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
Stuck between wanting rough sex and sweet sensual cuddles.

T. Davis 

Everything you love is here

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feminishblog:

veebar2:

Lets keep reblogging this…..She needs to be home with her family…
SIGNAL BOOST!!!!

BOOSTING! Her mom made the above post yesterday. This is going on right now.

I DON’T CARE IF THIS DOESN’T MATCH YOUR BLOG JUST PLEASE HELP OUT THEIR FAMILY

bringme-thaat-horizon:

feminishblog:

veebar2:

Lets keep reblogging this…..She needs to be home with her family…

SIGNAL BOOST!!!!

BOOSTING! Her mom made the above post yesterday. This is going on right now.

I DON’T CARE IF THIS DOESN’T MATCH YOUR BLOG JUST PLEASE HELP OUT THEIR FAMILY

tyleroakley:

7brooms:

play-the-game:

wannyy:

This was actually uploaded to PornHub. That’s how good it was. Just saying.

This made me cum

They just stopped caring half way though

this is mesmerizing

tyleroakley:

7brooms:

play-the-game:

wannyy:

This was actually uploaded to PornHub. That’s how good it was. Just saying.

This made me cum

They just stopped caring half way though

this is mesmerizing

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Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand.

“You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.”

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. 

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

Not Everyone is Beautiful (via opaqueglitter)

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