“If we are the same person before and after we love, that means we haven’t loved enough.”

— Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

Trust me when i say every single human gets insecure about their bodies, and that's okay, it's literally okay.

But people, know that every body functions a bit different from the other and every body needs different.

You're unique and you're beautiful.

To love is to rest

It took 18 years to start loving it.

And not going back.

A vessel carrying you, not a humiliation- it is you.

They tried, they tried breaking her into parts she never knew existed, she kept intact.

They laughed at her whole self- if that wasn't big enough, it took 18 years to build up the insecurities with every word until she started believing

And hiding under hateness & a different perspective, converting herself.

Hope is a beautiful thing. Something you gotta choose. Not just once or twice, but again and again, every single time.

~ Grace, from "letters To Hope"

of all the times I've came across poems that makes no sense to me- of nostalgia that hits me right on my head and passes through. my brother tells me it's ain't love unless you spill out poetry like vomiting rainbow glitter on a dull sky. so the sun is up out there, and it's kindof hot, the air being moved artificially but tell me that you walked that mile just to get a glance of me that you called me just to listen to my voice, those nonsense jokes/ playing dumb just to hear me laughing and that you randomly make me mad just cause you like that face 10 times better. tell me that sometimes you bandage your own heart just to make sure I don't bleed. tell me that the sun is up at all times somewhere on this Earth.

~ Grace

To Hope

of all the times I've came across poems that makes no sense to me- of nostalgia that hits me right on my head and passes through. my brother tells me it's ain't love unless you spill out poetry like vomiting rainbow glitter on a dull sky. so the sun is up out there, and it's kindof hot, the air being moved artificially but tell me that you walked that mile just to get a glance of me that you called me just to listen to my voice, those nonsense jokes/ playing dumb just to hear me laughing and that you randomly make me mad just cause you like that face 10 times better. tell me that sometimes you bandage your own heart just to make sure I don't bleed. tell me that the sun is up at all times somewhere on this Earth.

~ Grace

To the people romanticizing life like they're recording pieces of their souls scattered out in the air, in a attempt to love

Im embarassing!!!!! And beautiful!!!!!!

I need someone to love me for real.

I love tumblr and the small things that actually matter here

I mean-

God, I trust you

Things changed like it never had. January me would've died if i told her of December me

Always