How often is it acceptable to ask if you can let something slide?

Sometimes we screw up miserably, I know it’s obvious but you simply have to pick it all up and move on.

neverforgetthiss:

Florence and The Machine Live BBC Radio I Lounge Special (Acoustic Show - 25th November, 2011).

Tracklist:
Shake It Out - 00:00
What The Water Gave Me - 5:07
Take Care - 11:13
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) - 16:06
Dog Days Are Over - 21:58
No Light, No Light - 26:50  

It makes me really sad that my father can’t even remember that I have a boyfriend now and what his name is. This is how things are and it kills me.

The greatest gift someone can give you is being told they cry because they are so happy you are in their life.

Just for a friend, :]

garenwhitmore:

I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me. 

My name is Valerie. I don’t think I’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I’ll ever write, and – God – I’m writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.

I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.

Sarah did.

I didn’t.

In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand.

My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.

I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.

It is the very last inch of us.

And within that inch, we are free.

I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats.

It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.

We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses.

Those were the best years of my life.

But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.

After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.

I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous.

I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.

They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.

But for three years I had roses – and apologized to no-one.

I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.

But one.

An inch.

It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.

With all my heart.

I love you.

-Valerie.

YEAHYUH BOYYEEEE!

To be honest, it’s truly weird how things change. You never would have expected yourself to be in one position and then just like that things change. It honestly gets my very emotional just thinking about it. It is weird how you never thought that you could care about another person in this way. I was such an independent person and now the fact that I am slightly dependent on at least talking to and/or seeing someone is a very foreign idea to me. I like to entertain the idea but I can’t get over how new it is. I know that change is mandated in this chaotic universe but everything seemed so stolid for sooooo long that I never thoguht change would came. 

I now welcome and embrace that change. I mean, fuck, I’m in college. It’s my time to grow and mature as a person. Try new things, you can never live a full life unless you say that you have tired everything that you possibly could have. I mean who would want to live an empty life. Yes purpose and non-purpose due exist in harmony with one another but you do have to entertain purpose while staving away from non-purpose and you must also be conditioned to get nothing done while pushing purpose away. It’s actually the most refreshing thing to say that I sat and got nothing done because it was a choice of mine. Purely MY choice. AND to be honest, the person you are is merely a summation of your choices and their inherent benefits and consequences.

(Source: justlittlethings)

I find it extremely odd and incredibly pleasing how strongly I can be affected by your hugs. I’ve never felt that closeness with another person and every time I breathe in deeply, I think of you.