Tumblr Quotes

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

I've seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down. Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world. --- John Green's tumblr says he did not in fact write this quote and it is not from his book, Looking For Alaska

… our favorite Sayings from Ryke Meadows. My favorite: I fucking love you. Willow’s: I don’t fucking understand Tumblr. Lo’s: Fuck you, you fucking fuck. Lily’s: Fucking fantastic. Rose’s: No means no. Better yet, fuck no. Connor’s: Connor Cobalt is a fucking narcissist.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.

This was better than looking through Tumblr posts of hot guys.

Celebrate who you are in your deepest heart. Love yourself and the world will love you.

i overthink. i overlove. i over feel. i am the sea or i am nothing.

What is Tumblr anyway? Is it like Facebook?" "No, and you're forbidden to get one. No parents allowed. You guys already took over Facebook.

Kindness can transform someone's dark moment with a blaze of light. You'll never know how much your caring matters. Make a difference for another today.

G.I. Joe boxers!’ Apollo screamed. ‘OH—oh, I can’t even... HAHAHAHAHA!’ ‘Aphrodite,’ Athena giggled. ‘You look simply lovely.’ The gods couldn't stop laughing. Soon they were rolling on the floor, wiping tears from their eyes, taking photos with their phones to post on Tumblr.

Self love is the elixir of an immortal heart.

I am going to hurt you. You are going to hurt me. But we will do it with practiced fingers and passionate mouths and I swear to god it will be worth something.

These days, in the world of apps and social media and … idiot friends, it is literally impossible to avoid spoilers. If a character dies, it is gonna be the number one trending topic on Twitter, it is gonna be the top trending story on Facebook — and Reddit and Tumblr just turn into a completely uncensored memorial service of memes. This happens all the time with sports results, but — I shit you not — I once got a notification from the BBC News app saying that a character in a show I was watching had just died! I thought that news notifications are supposed to be for impending natural disasters, not for just ruining my bloody afternoon.

Accept yourself: flaws, quirks, talents, secret thoughts, all of it, and experience true liberation.

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Dig deep and empower yourself today. Stand in your inner strength. Be uniquely you.

I whispered to my heart “Is everything meaningless?” “It doesn’t really matter,” It smiled. “Nothing matters.

Unconditional love is the greatest gift we can ever give.

Be uniquely you. Stand out. Shine. Be colorful. The world needs your prismatic soul!

Happiness is a choice. Peace is a state of mind. Both are free!

ولا تظلمني, فأنا لا أحاول أن أضع نفسي فوق ورود ناعمة,فوراء الوجه الباسم قلب موجوع

Finishing a book is bittersweet. You spend days getting to know the characters. Learning their nuances, their faults, their loves, their lives. They become your friends, acquaintances, enemies. And after the story ends, you miss them. You look for them in your own life, wonder where they’ve gone, you forget that they aren’t real. You fall in love with the hero and dream of him at night. The strange girl becomes your best friend. Their heartaches become your heartaches. You laugh when they laugh. And cry when they die. Eventually you realise they aren’t a part of your world, you were just briefly visiting theirs.

May 18, 2018 Some days I could fly and feel very happy. I record those days in my journal for I know that I will feel very sad again. And I need proof that I will be very happy again. Thankfully, I feel very happy tonight. Goodnight.

Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud devouring your entire community. While they're happening, they feel like the only thing that matters and you can hardly imagine that there's a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the glow cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less. Or absolutely not at all, in my case.

People who don’t feel pain anymore are the most damaged.

Share, care, hug like a bear.

One woman filled with self love and self acceptance is a model more super than any cover girl.

What, you egg? [He stabs him.]

Love yourself, even a little bit each day, and your life will bloom into infinite joy.

Your dreams are worth it. Persevere. Your focus is your power. Harness it.

What if it becomes less about how we look and more about how much we care? What if it becomes less about how much money we earn and more about how much we share our good fortune? Imagine a world where who we are in our hearts is the ultimate status symbol.

Celebrate true friends. They are a part of you that always sparkles.

I'd rather be interesting, original, & unique then follow the pack. Revel in who you truly are & be liberated!

I think of killing myself a lot, and it’s the worst feeling in the world.

and if i asked you to name all the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

Sometimes, there comes a time when the universe just wants you to find all the love that you deserve inside the saddest parts of you. It is there where your healing will begin.

The moon’s weird though, right? It’s there, and there, and then suddenly it’s not. And it seems to be pretty far up. Is it watching us? If not, what is it watching instead? Is there something more interesting than us? Hey, watch us moon! We may not always be the best show in the universe, but we try.

I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was work and it was money and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away.

Deeply respecting yourself is the first step toward having a deep respect for others.

A child's giggle is worth one hundred pounds of gold.

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.

And all she loved, she loved with a little sadness in her heart.

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

She had stars in her eyes and galaxies in her veins

An empowered heart is one filled with self love.

Extraordinary magic is woven through ordinary life. Look around!

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

Were we ever that beautiful?” “You still are,” Roger told him. “Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane.” “This was definitely foreplay.” “It’s like Tumblr, the live version.” Dave chuckled. “True. But I did not see it coming.” “Maybe hurricanes affect gaydar?” “How much did you have to drink?” “Enough to pretend we can still have sex like that.

I am powerful in my love for myself. The truth of my being is I love myself exactly as I am. I honor my empowered heart.

Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.

Having the life of your dreams is simple: make conscious choices.

The strongest ones are the ones who have every reason to die but still live.

Spread love. Hug the people you care about and make sure they know that you care and appreciate them. Make it known to your friends and family that you love them.

أنا اخترع بإستمرار لقاءات وحوارات خيالية

Best friends are treasures. Hug them for their caring. Applaud their accomplishments. Laugh with them gratefully.

Self-Restoration You will heal not in a way that you are acceptable to other people. You will heal in a way that you are acceptable to yourself.

What if the Cure for Cancer was trapped inside the mind of someone who can't afford an education

Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story. Let your very identity be your book. Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

YOU are your own guru. YOU are your own soul mate. YOU are powerful. Take the reigns and drive your carriage home to love.

I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.

Daily love and kindness are the path to a happy life.

Create your best life with your consciously chosen thoughts, words, and actions.

stay alive for you may save a life.

Every single person is sacred. Sacred means special, precious, a treasure of true beauty. That means you.

Be soft. Be grateful. Anything that is healing doesn’t always glow.

Each moment, each person, is sacred and worthy of respect- especially you.

a single poem the thing that can keep me light on my feet, when my soul is heavy with sorrow.

Choosing kindness is the ultimate expression of evolved consciousness. Grow by being kind.

I have learned that feeling empty sometimes is okay. I’ve got to refill myself with something at some point. Art, love, solitude, random acts of kindness. I really don’t know, but that’s what makes being whole again so exciting.

Treat yourself today! You are a unique, sparkling, spectacular soul. Celebrate you!

Because so many people use goodreads, it is an amazingly good—and amazingly underutilized—resource for understanding what people read, why, and how they feel about their reading experiences.

Love drips like honey from the hive, constant, sweet, precious, into your heart each and every moment if you let it.

Choose joyful abundance in your heart and be unbounded, free, and relaxed. Be relentless with your choice and you’ll make your mark.

Healing is when you become something else, something better, and not something you were before.

Enchantment lies in everyday moments if you are observant.

Love is the opposite of fear and it lights the flames of a million hearts.

Live joy. Be kind. Love unconditionally.

the philosophical cure to anxiety is not optimism but rather pessimism. optimism says “the world is beautiful and there’s no reason to be sad.” pessimism says “look at all these countries waging wars let’s go get some ice cream and just listen to some sad records.

We have nothing to speak about. There never was. Words are an unnecessary trouble. Expression is time wasting away. Any communication is just a yelp in the darkness. I am speaking now but I am saying nothing. I am just making noises, and, as it happens, they are organized in words and you should not draw meaning from this.

A #loveselfie isn't a picture or a status update. It's an attitude of embracing, accepting, and valuing yourself, exactly as you are in each moment. It's being one hundred percent present with yourself. Try it.

You & Me I will always be glad for the moments we’ve shared and for the moments we still have to share. Waking up next to you is a miracle: Your skin; My skin Your eyes; My eyes Your hair; My fingers Your paintings; My poems Your piercings; My tattoos Your overfeeling mind; My overthinking heart Your fart in the middle of the night; My uncontainable laughter Your soft yawn when you woke up; My lips kissing your soul back to sleep; My head on your chest; Listening to the heart that taught me it’s okay to feel again.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

Sometimes being happy takes effort. Invest time and energy in yourself and your happiness.

Dance through life flinging kindness like shimmering rainbows. Find your bliss by sharing your heart.

A shipper thrives on emotional scraps, stolen glances and did-they-or-didn't-they tension.

A kind thought, word, or action creates infinite ripples of caring, consideration, and peace.

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. I don't know, like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn't be able to help falling in love with them.

... because one day, maybe one day, if I learned how to write clear enough, sing loud enough, be strong enough, I could explain myself in a way that made sense and then maybe one day, one day, someone out there would hear and recognise her or himself and I could let them know that they are not alone. Just like that song I had on repeat for several nights as I walked lonely on empty streets, let me know that I was not alone and that’s how it starts.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.

don’t work yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. give priority to your mental health. you are only a few steps away from completely losing your balance and breaking your mind. take one step back every time you take two steps forward. breathe. be mindful. see through life as it transpires moment by moment. learn when to rest. sleep is important. eating healthily is important. everything you do for the sake of your sanity is important. being kind to your mind is the best self-care there is. if there’s anything that’s lovely about you, it is your mind.

So you have chosen aloneness. You have chosen the security and the relative freedom of solitude, because there is no risk involved. You can stay up every night and watch your TV shows and eat ice cream out of the box and scroll through your Tumblr and never let your brain sit still, not even for a moment. You can fill your days up with books and coffees and trips to the store where you forget what you wanted the second you walk in the automatic sliding door. You can do so many little, pointless things throughout the day that all you can think of is how badly you want to sleep, how heavy your whole body is, how much your feet hurt. You can wear yourself out again and again on the pavement, and you do, and it feels good. No one will ever bridge that gap and point to your stomach or your hair or your eyes in the mirror and magically make you see the wonderful things about getting to be next to you. And maybe that’s it, after all, this fear that no one will ever truly feel about you the way you want to be felt about. Maybe what you want is someone to make you love yourself, to put sense into all that positive rhetoric, to make it so the aloneness of TV and blasting music in your ears at all times isn’t the most happy place you can think of. Maybe you want someone who makes you so sure of how wonderful things are that you cannot help but to tell them your feelings first, even at the risk of being humiliated. Because you will know that, when you’re telling them you love them, what you’re really saying is “I love who I become when I am with you.

The pop culture cliché of the American High School movie, which adapted old archetypes, depicted a social world in which the worst sexists were always the all brawn no brains sports jock. But now that the online world has given us a glimpse into the inner lives of others, one of the surprising revelations is that it is the nerdish self-identifying nice guy who could never get the girl who has been exposed as the much more hate-filled, racist, misogynist who is insanely jealous of the happiness of others.