Stacie Brooke

The moments I live for • The friends who inspire me • The thoughts that drive me • The experiences that ground me • Gypsy soul planted in San Diego • Single mama

I’m angry, I’m angry at the boy who said he would love you till the day he died, but I guess he died when he left you. I’m angry at the boy who made you think your innocents could so easily be taken, when it was never his to take. I’m angry that he made you vulnerable, and now you regret ever being so open. I’m angry, because he was a lesson you never signed up for, and we were never meant to learn from the class of heartbreak. I’m angry, and I can’t do anything about it, but say that you’re worth more than what he gave or took, you’re worth more than late nights full of tears and early mornings filled with silence.

You are the warmth in a hug, and the beauty in a sunrise; and I’m sorry that he made you feel like the cold in an empty room and the smoke of a blown out candle. I can only hope that you’ll love yourself again, because a star may feel alone and unwanted, but the world lays in wonder of the beauty that star gives. Your soul is endless, it would be a shame to think anyone could steal that truth.

—T.B. LaBerge // I’m Angry (via tblaberge)

(via poetryandstones)

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

—Danielle Laporte (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: chelsieautumn, via barefoot-in-the-country-deactiv)

"I’d rather learn what it feels like to burn, than feel nothing at all"

"I’d rather learn what it feels like to burn, than feel nothing at all"

If a train doesn’t stop at your station, it’s simply because it’s not your train. Don’t try to flag down the conductor and convince them to stop there, even if their own map says that they should just keep going. You may not realize it, but there’s another train trying to come toward you, unable to get into your station because a train that doesn’t even belong there is being delayed there by your intensity.

—Marianne Williamson  (via elige)

HUGE truth.

(via ginandbird)

Um. This.

(Source: mindofataurus, via poetryandstones)

Its not just about sex… Don’t get me wrong sex is fucking great… But when you have a connection with someone… When you feel so strong for someone… Just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak… You just cant beat that…

Poetically, of course.

Poetically, of course.