The number on the scale is not the number of freckles on your cheeks, someday someone will be so fucking lucky to play connect the dots on the bridge of your nose and kiss you until the stars die out.
The number on the scale is not the number of missed calls on your ex boyfriend’s phone because he told you he was thinking about jumping off a bridge or burning himself alive, and even though he broke your heart, you still had to make sure he was okay.
The number on the scale is not the number of books you have cried over. You sit with your hair brushed to the side reading through pages and pages and feeling everything. And someday someone is going to fall asleep next to you and they won’t mind when you wake them up in the middle of the night so they can hold you as you cry because your favorite character’s heart got broken.
The number on the scale does not change the fact that you are the universe and you’ve got flowers growing in your veins
Never get mad at someone with anxiety for apologizing a lot. It’s a coping mechanism and yelling only makes it worse. They don’t need tough love or anything like that. Reassurance that they are fine is the most important thing
What I love about Supernatural is that half the time
But the other half of the time,
most accurate supernatural post ever
There should be a show called “You’ll Never Find Out” where each week there’s a new story with a new set of characters and it always ends on a cliffhanger.
Well hello there satan
NO BUT THEN IN THE SEASON FINALE THEY HAVE LIKE 3 MINUTE SPOTS TO SHOW THE CONCLUSIONS FOR ALL THE STORIES
AND PLOT TWIST: All those unconnected stories? They connect like puzzle pieces in the end.
I would watch the fuck out of that.