Wasted Daisy
by danielle wright
A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.
-Caitlin Stasey (via byeologist)

Bardarbunga, Iceland
I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10 
She knows time,
And location
By 17
She’s already chosen a gown
2 bridesmaids
And a maid of honor
By 23 
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Someone
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what want my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
I imagine
Her smile
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
She’s a lot like you.
-Rudy Francisco   (via exoticwild)
Ugh ❤️
gold-ens:

girlchoking:

this makes me so fucking sad idk

this looks perf
Sunflower fields top: $25
OHHHHHH…And one last thing, before you leave forever, I need to say it before I forget. To say that you stimulated my mind would not suffice. It would be an understatement, an insult, an unfair judgement. To tell you the truth you just made me feel very warm inside, very loved, and tingly and special at moments. But to my mind, it was as if someone had given it the warmest hug ever. You used to appreciate my thinking process and the way I viewed myself. That was the best gift I ever received. It’s as if somebody had come over with their big arms wrapped in the warmest blanket ever and hugged my mind. It felt wonderful and life changing too. I thought people were not capable of that, but now I do, and it gives me hope. Thank you for keeping me warm in the most important ways.
-
Certain hardships
do not make sense
until they’re over.
The damage cannot
be fully assessed
until the storm
has moved on,

until you have
moved on.
-
A woman who says “No thanks, I’ll sleep on the floor”; a woman who freezes up and tenses at your touch; a woman who says “I really don’t want to” and “We really shouldn’t” and “We can’t” and “Please at least wear a condom” is not saying yes to you, and if you would like to pretend that that is unclear, you are a liar, you are being disingenuous, you are lying and you know it.
-Mallory Ortberg, "What counts?" (via dolorimeter)

in movies, whenever a hot guy fake-flirts with an “ugly” girl and she gets all flustered, it’s intended to be a funny joke and make u think the girl is pathetic for believing such an attractive man could be interested in her. ur supposed to hate the girl.

but whenever a hot girl fake-flirts with an ugly guy and he gets all flustered, it’s intended to make u feel bad for the guy and think the girl is a Bitch. ur supposed to hate the girl.

ur always supposed to hate the girl.

Me @ Miley
Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
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Things I’ll teach my children (via infl4ted)

This. Fucking this. Fucking this a million times over.

(via raeraenjma)