5 seconds of heaven

In my head, you’re standing next to me. Your gaze, gliding down my face, stops at my lips. And you come closer.

Then everything that ever happened between us comes rushing back and I realize it could never be that simple. Heaven is gone.

Tags: dreaming

tastefullyoffensive:

Celebrity Magazine Covers Seamlessly Blended With Classic Paintings

by Eisen Bernard Bernando

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Being average

It’s suffocating. The pressure to be something great that I put myself in - that, I think, has been placed on me ever since I was just a small kid, even when I wasn’t noticing it. This feeling that I have everything I need, all the tools, to become something great.

When I look around, I see a lot of people that seem to be going through the same. When did it stop being enough just getting a B, or a job, or someone that makes me happy without all the goosebumps? Was it ever enough? All my life, I’ve been listening to “Seek more. Try harder. Don’t settle.” It’s a horrible feeling now, just wanting to settle for a little bit, just wanting to stop and take a breath.

It feels like I’m drowning in expectation everyday, and coming back up a little breathless. Always a little more tired of never being enough. It’s horrifying to think that someday, I might have a regular job, a regular family, a regular life. Because all along, I’ve been told that’s the same as not having anything at all. Possibly because I don’t know what having nothing feels like.

Always being stuck in the middle, and being told that was not where I should be, leaves it all up to me. In the end of the day, if I end up stuck in the middle, it’s either because I didn’t try hard enough, or because I’m not capable enough. Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse.

These words pouring out feel even more relieving then tears. Because they walk hand in hand - when I swallow back the tears, all day every day, I’m swallowing back the words, too. The feeling. I couldn’t take it anymore; it just felt like I was going to breakdown. Thank you for listening. Or not.

itslarsyouguys:

YOU’RE a baby

I’M a baby

WE CAN BE BABIES TOGETHER

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"the heart wants what the heart wants"

BULLSHIT. The heart wants what’s unavailable.

Confidence is the only key. I know a lot of people who aren’t traditionally ‘beautiful’ - not symmetrical or perfect-bodied or perfect-skinned. But none of that matters because all that shines through is their confidence, humor and comfort with themselves. I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.

The best Emma there will ever be

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"Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction."

— Bobby Sommer   (via audrotas)

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Elie Saab Spring/Summer 2014 couture collection in Paris

I hate fashion. But then I see this stuff and it’s like “MOMMY I WANNA BE A PRINCESS AND WEAR THOSE DRESSES”

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