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I'm Katlyn and I'm 20. I like to say I've gone through more hell than anyone else, but I know that's not true. Anything else you want to know, just ask.

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Jul. 28th, 2014 - 4 days ago - Reblog - 1 Notes

I’m done.
I’m done with you.
I’m done with you leading me on.

I’m tired of being told one thing, but you show the complete opposite. If you “like” someone, you don’t ignore their texts or blow them off to play video games. You take every opportunity given to talk to them, hang out with them and get to know them.

You clearly don’t know what the fuck you want. And I’m not gonna get dragged through it. Thanks for leading me on, when that’s exactly what you said you were trying not to do. Way to go asshole.

I can see that you’re driving around aimlessly (according to fb), but you can’t take the ten minutes to drive over here and visit me. Every time you offer, I jump at the chance to hang out. You give me nothing but excuses as to why you can’t come over here.

Therefore, I can’t waste any more time or energy on someone who isn’t putting in the same.

I’m done.

Jul. 28th, 2014 - 4 days ago - Reblog - 45 Notes

"Death does not unmake a mother. If anything, we need to be more resourceful in our mothering. There are no parenting books, no theories on how to parent a dead child. But we still parent. We just make it all up, each day, as we go along, hurting and healing. Parenting is just tailoring maternal love to fit each child. We do that with our dead babies too. We wonder which flower would honor their lives, we relish speaking their names. We collect drawings of butterflies, quotes that touch our hearts, we write their names on the sand and in the snow.
We remember. We remember all the time. We remember the love. Also, the pain. That odd quality we have about us… it’s because we have something special. We have extra love in our hearts. Love that can’t translate into choosing the safest rear-facing car seat, so it becomes love that wonders and meanders, most times with nowhere to go. So this love with no port, it flutters about. Sometimes it bursts out through tears, stinging sobs. Other times it makes for a sideways smile when we remember our child. And it always makes us seem just a teeny bit off. Because we are. A little person is missing from our arms. But all the love for them is here, inside us, bubbling away in everything we do."

stillstandingmag.com (via lovingneva)
Jul. 28th, 2014 - 4 days ago - Reblog - 72 Notes

A mama forever

burlesquebeauty721:

A mother whose lost her child desperately wishes for someone to understand, while hoping no one else ever has to.

Jul. 28th, 2014 - 4 days ago - Reblog - 391 Notes

If you’ve lost a child through miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant loss please reblog this

thewhaleridingvulcan:

I’m looking for more angel parents to follow blogs of

Jul. 28th, 2014 - 4 days ago - Reblog - 470 Notes

"Miscarriages are labor, miscarriages are birth. To consider them less dishonors the woman whose womb has held life, however briefly."

Kathryn Miller Ridiman, Midwifery Today 1997 (via emilye)
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"When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white."

(My love is true)

Grey is when your blacks and your whites start to mix and turn into a blur of what you once thought was just black and white. Life is no longer simple when your blacks and your whites mix. You start making bad decisions because you don’t understand the grey and you don’t know what to do so you kind of just freak out and ruin everything good you once had.

(Source: fragmentallygirl, via ominex)

Jul. 27th, 2014 - 5 days ago - Reblog - 5342 Notes
 
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I’m tired of chasing after someone who only shows half interest.
I’m tired of this back and forth shit.
I’m tired of how you treat someone you say you like.

But most of all, I’m tired of sleeping alone. I need someone to wrap their arms around me. I haven’t been able to fall asleep correctly in months. I hate sleeping alone.

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