My name's Aurea.

I have kept my eyes wide open. I love change and the hurt that goes with it. The little things matter to me because the little things are what makes things big. Here lies everything that goes through my brain. Hello, world.

May 20th "I didn’t become heartless , I just became smarter. My happiness will not depend on someone else . Not anymore"
(via blue-bitchh)

(Source: bluehh, via lovelikehurricane)

May 20th "I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed."
Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via simply-quotes)

(Source: simply-quotes, via nostalgiesss)

May 19th


I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection

(via nostalgiesss)

May 19th
May 19th "My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
Michelle K., First Love. (via -krystaa)

(via nostalgiesss)

May 19th considerthishippie:

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May 19th "As you read my stories of long ago I hope you will remember that the things that are truly worthwhile and that will give you happiness are the same now as they were then. Courage and kindness, loyalty, truth, and helpfulness are always the same and always needed."
― Laura Ingalls Wilder (via psych-quotes)

(via movingon-gettingstrong)

May 19th "So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide."
Meredith Grey (via felicefawn)

Decide and do. (via losing-every-extra-pound)

(Source: whilde-daisi, via movingon-gettingstrong)

May 15th da-ma-ge-d:





it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.



This actually fucking hurt to read.

Oh my god I’m crying
May 15th "I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via larmoyante)

(via cwissi)