"Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right."

Warsan Shire (via womenlikeher)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

I forgot.

I forgot what it felt like, what it felt like to have butterflies.

I forgot what it felt like, what it felt like to catch your breath every time he smiles at you.

I forgot what it felt like, what it felt like to sit so close that you’re touching and you’re both afraid to move away. Or don’t want to.

I forgot what it felt like, what it felt like to have his smell linger on your clothes after you’ve gone home. 

And I forgot what it felt like to go to bed wishing you weren’t alone. 

I forgot. 

"stop loving people who can’t love you back"

I’ve Made It

I made it, through my first week of classes. Time passes remarkably slower here. I think that is because I’m no longer waiting for anything. I know that sounds somewhat backwards, but college is what I was waiting for, and now I’m not waiting. I have no further plans, I just have to make it through each day, and that’ll be enough. 

I’m in my room, it’s 1:39 pm and i’m listening to the Indie-Folk station on Pandora and it’s awfully quiet, I really like it. I miss people, specific ones. I wonder what they’re doing, or think of them at random points during the day, but I know they’re all doing great. My classes are done for the day and I feel like taking a nap to revive myself. 

It’s starting to feel like fall here, the wind is colder and the air is a bit crisper. I am excited for fall, for the leaves to be on the ground, for the excuse to curl up in a room with all of my friends and watch a movie and drink a warm beverage. I’m excited to see all my friends back home and hear about their new lives. I’m just excited. 

it’s strange, the feeling I have. It’s a feeling of content and unrest. Is that okay, is that possible? I’m happy right now and excited to continue to learn more about my new friends from different parts of the world. I’ve made it this far, and I’m ready to take on the rest of my days here.

~ http://debbyryan.tumblr.com/post/96278407739/if-youre-blessed-enough-to-have-a-family


if you’re blessed enough to have a family,

large and sprawling or a single partner in crime,
finish each other’s sentences or embarrassingly polar opposite,
generous and caring or every man for himself,

take care of them.
any way you can. time. money. send a letter to your grandma. take…

"What is your armour? What is your cause? What are you fighting for and what are you fighting against? Those sorts of things are what keeps the gray from settling in."

debby ryan