I’ve spent so many years preparing myself for disaster, bracing myself even. I was afraid to be happy, hell I didn’t even accept moments as happy, because I was so afraid of that happiness being ripped from me. I lived somewhat carefully, I kept my heart guarded, I pushed away those who got too close. I’ve recently learned how stupid all of that was. 

Travel. Say thank you, I appreciate you, you are important to me. Tell that person you love them. Finish that book. Hug harder, love harder, laugh harder. Wake up to watch the sunrise. Turn that shit up and sing your ass off. Be kind. Forgive them. Forgive yourself. Eat that fucking cake. Live. Breathe. Love.

(via anditslove)