Hippie from the city.
Dreamer by day, stoner by night.
I'm a miserably sarcastic bitch.
Living well is the best revenge.

Intellect. Integrity. Intelligence.
Art. Books. Coffee. Cigarettes. Music. Friends.
Working class. Stargazing. Peace making. Soul searching.

You won’t find the glue to your broken pieces by searching for it in other people

—Rachel Wolchin (via kushandwizdom)

(via simple-princesss)

Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

—Hunter S. Thompson (via saranell)

(Source: saranell, via mellow--m00d)