2016 Albums You Should Try:

1. Yuna’s “Chapters”

for fans of: Jhene Aiko, Pharrell, YouTube to international fame success stories

2. Gallant’s “Ology”

for fans of: MNEK, BJ the Chicago Kid, that one song that played during every commercial on Empire

3. Mac Miller’s “The Divine Feminine”

for fans of: Odd Future, Logic, every other Mac Miller single

4. H.E.R.’s “Vol 1”

for fans of: Solange, SZA, chill house parties

5. Tkay Maidza’s “Tkay”

for fans of: Angel Haze, LE1F, Azaelia Banks except……..not

6. Tinashe’s “Nightride”

for fans of: Aaliyah, Kehlani, sexy, fun, sometimes unexpected pop

7. Hayley Kiyoko’s “Citrine”

for fans of: Halsey, Troye Sivan, young LGBTQIA+ representation

8. Jojo’s “Mad Love”

for fans of: Brandy, Jordin Sparks, the year 2004

9. Thomston’s “Topograph”

for fans of: Lorde, Mikky Ekko, dancing alone in your bedroom

10. AlunaGeorge’s “I Remember”

for fans of: Disclosure, Snakehips, soft indie voices on bumping beats

“I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.”

— I repost this every time it comes up on my dash. Because I need this reminder several times a day. (via amandaq62)

5 Concepts of a Breakup:

Heartbreak:

The initial feeling immediately after a breakup. Your fear has become a reality. You feel you will never love again. And you long to hold that person again.

Sadness:

You cry about every little thing that reminds you of them. You stop in your days distracted by memories of them. Your sensitive, and find it hard to complete everyday task.

Anger:

You are mad at yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. You think of things in your mind that could of prevented the breakup. You feel like the world has screwed you over and you just feel like screaming at everyone and leaving everything behind you.

Resentment:

You become angry with the person. You tell yourself you were too good for them and they didn’t deserve you. You hope they begin to miss you and will never be happy in another relationship. You finally see what was there fault and want them to see everything they did wrong as well. You hate them for making you go through so much.

Strength:

You realize that you don’t need them. You believe in yourself and become optimistic about finding love again. You begin to look forward to building a new relationship, and you feel strongest for overcoming so much and learning a hard lesson.

Remember that being in love blinds you, and it will take you to start falling out of love to realize that the breakup was not your fault, and that you deserve way better. But always remember you can find love again, everyone deserves to find their true love, and you most certainly will if you are patient and believe.

If replying to my texts feels like a task, something you have to put on your to-do list and something you keep procrastinating, then don't. Don't message me. I'm not saying this in a passive aggressive way. Not in the least. I'm not even saying it in a way to mean that I understand. I'm just saying this because when you do finally reply, I feel it in your energy. You may bombard me with a series of texts and sound excited and genuinely interested but I know you're not. And that's okay. Just don't reply. Because then I am obligated too and I hate forcing myself to do something I don't want to but I just can't leave messages and emails unreplied to? I mean, I'm really trying. And I think I'm getting better at this skill slowly. Ignoring messages of people who want things from me. Ignoring messages of people who want me to be their emotional dumpsters. Ignoring messages of people who think it's an obligation to check in on me. Replying to them feels like a task to me too. But I? I never text you with either of these motives. I text you to share poetry I came across and I know you'll love. I text you to share the most adorable and aesthetic GIFs because I want your mundane Tuesday to have some cuteness. I text you because you asked me for the name of this song I couldn't remember until today. I text you because when I ask, 'how are you?' I'm actually waiting for the truth. Three paragraphs worth of truth. Or one sentence. The truth nonetheless. But if you still make it seem like it's one big task, then please, don't. I'll take my art to my happiness journal or what some people call their commonplace journal and I'll take my earnestness to the people who recognise it for what it is and have the capacity to reciprocate. Because when you respond after the number of days that you do, I'm no longer in that mood or mind frame in which I first texted you. I no longer want to talk about the things I sent you. But then you make me have to. That seems like a task to me too. And I'm trying to not make to-do lists with more than five items on it. With everything important I have to do, I'm afraid, you'll have to wait for a 100 days before I can get back to you. And your self important little self won't be able to handle that, would it?

I think what made moving on so hard was feeling like you owed it to someone or something to not leave. You tie yourself to the past. You go through the memories and everything the place or person has given you and you feel like you just can’t do it. Leaving doesn’t feel like an option. You know you’ve outgrown it. You know you don’t belong anymore. You know it’s not making you happy anymore - the choice is clear, but somehow you’re still stuck.

things will work out and you will be fine. a year from now you’ll think back and smile and be proud of yourself for pulling through.

It’s contagious. 

📷: Paige Williams

And the day you decide we're not worth it anymore, I shall not try to convince you that you're wrong. I shall not count the broken pots or ask for reimbursements. I shall sit you down, and make some tea. Don't tell it to me until I am calm. The last thing I want is a bad parting memory. In fact, tell me two weeks before you leave. I shall prepare a script and rehearse beforehand so that when you say goodbye I am not crumbling like a stale cookie. I shall recount an anecdote of how you always disappeared among the aisles everytime we went grocery shopping just so you could see my eyes light up when they find you. We shall laugh at the good times, nod our heads at how unfortunate it was, pretend like none of it was actually heavy as if the earth didn't break Atlas's shoulders. We shall water our lilies together for the last time and lie to each other about how we tried I shall bury your belongings then because I am not the kind of person who sets fire to things and some night when I am lonely. I might even text you to call me. Please don't call me then. I don't want to be those clingy types I so hopelessly am. I am sorry this poem doesn't have a rhyme scheme or a meter. I am sorry this poem is just a bad letter, I am sorry I keep stalling things, I am sorry I keep saying sorry, but I have never owned anything lovely and I am terribly terrible at letting go. So this poem is an apology letter. This poem is an eulogy of everything you bloomed in me. This poem is a grave of sunflowers in a crate. I hope this letter finds you as well as it has left me. I hope this letter blooms in the desert of our longings because after all is said and done, almost is all we'll ever be.

@thethoughtfulbitch

“I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.”

—

i wonder if i will still use tumblr in 5 years

Me: [having a mental breakdown]

A friend: hey can you help me out real quick I'm having a mental breakdown

Me: [pausing my mental breakdown] yeah what's up bb what's wrong