A Compilation of Capricious Thoughts

Maybe if I close my eyes this will all go away.

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.

—Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

Reblogging because this is the relationship my mother and I had - still have - and it saved my life more times than I can count.

I am in my 30’s now, and I sat down at my kitchen table not 24 hours ago and cried with my mom about bad dreams, and she still teared up to see me hurting. I want to be this parent. Everyone should want to be this parent.

(via homu-mado)

(via girlwithfear)

greathaircut:

million dollar idea for a men’s hygiene product: shower helmets for when you see yourself reflected on the shower glass and try to headbutt the naked male encroaching on your territory

(via beyoncebeytwice)

My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.

—Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase (via observando)

It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.

—Piper Chapman - What is love? (via perfect)

(Source: larmoyante, via perfect)

(Source: toocooltobehipster, via ifyoudonlysharethishell)