< Boguards

1. Don’t let everyone walk all over you. You can stand up for yourself. If you stand strong you can’t be manipulated.

2. Don’t forget who you are. Don’t let the world make you different. I know it’s hard, but emptying yourself of all feelings is not the answer.

3. Be creative, be deep, be passionate. Find something you love (not someone) and make a life out of it. I will support you.

4. Don’t build your happiness in the form of a person because people are flawed and people leave and take every ounce of your happiness and leave you empty.

5. Love yourself even when I make you feel like shit. Sometimes I get frustrated and take it out on you, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less or that you’re not your own form of perfect.

6. Fall in love with actions not words. Words can romanticize everything and make someone seem light, appealing, and lovable. Even when they’re nothing more than cold.

7. You’re strong even when you fall apart. You’re a forest and you will rebuild and grow and change. When you fall down, you’ll be able to heal yourself, but I’m here to held.


7 things my parents neglected to tell me (via aliyahjordyn)

In school they teach you
how to multiply 9x8
make you read Macbeth
and have you memorize the first 10 amendments to the constitution.

But they don’t teach you how to
stop loving someone who has
stopped loving you
or how to deal with losing
a friend to an unsaid goodbye
and a relative to a cancer that ate
away their brain.

At home I learned from my father that
alcohol can make as many problems
as it solves
but damn does it feel good
to let my throat burn instead of my heart
and to tune out the problems in my head
that I just couldn’t solve.

Because life isn’t 9x8 
and it isn’t the way authors describe
their characters in a story.

It’s those nights you lay awake
missing someone
wishing things could be different
and it’s the next day when you realize they can’t
and then it’s how you pick yourself up
after being down for so long.

I taught myself that.


You process a lot of information without your awareness. For instance, when you read this, you don’t notice much of the background when in reality your subconscious mind picks up background info. This is also why sometimes when you dream, you dream about things that you may have seen (but you just don’t realize it).

One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

Six.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.


The six stages of falling in love with her. (via gildedanchors)

(Source: rbcages)

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
(again)
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
beautiful.

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

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
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
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.
Sadness
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.


(via runiqu)
It will always be at least one person in the world that will always doubt you, f*** them. Just don’t ever doubt yourself.
Joseph Wayne (via lifexrock)