Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Yara Bashraheel (via suspend)
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Chester Bennington (via oceaniceyes)
I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared on my path.
I define myself by the courage I’ve found to forge new roads.
I do not define myself by how many disappointments I’ve faced.
I define myself by the forgiveness and faith I’ve found to start again.
I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted.
I define myself by how much I have loved, and am willing to love again.
I do not define myself by how many times I’ve been knocked down.
I define myself by how many times I’ve struggled to my feet.
I am not my pain.
I am not my past.
I am that which has emerged from the fire.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Happiness is the abscence of the striving for happiness.
Zhuangzi (via thecalminside)
when your mom is yelling at you to do more chores while you’re doing chores and you’re there like
You cannot love two people the exact same way. You love them for who they are, what they mean to you, and the special parts they bring out of you. You love them for their unique ways they challenge you to change and grow. Love is experienced differently every time it enters your life.