"When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving."

Kim McMillen (via auberginesheets)

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guldo:

worldwarbutts:

kuzannagi:

TEAM ROCKET IS BLASTING OFF AGAAAAAAAIN

ting

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(Source: iz0mbie, via roughrimjob)

homleschapel:

summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell

(via lilmissbipickle)

totheinternetandbeyond:

I went to a catholic elementary school with a really strict dress code and one time in 4th grade I came to school with my shirt untucked 2 days in a row and my teacher asked me if I was having problems at home

(via lilmissbipickle)

"Things I will tell my daughter:

1. Second chances are for those who will chase hell blind for your last name. Who plant their feet between the walls of your esophagus to keep from closing in on days you find it hard to breathe out pretty things. Who will crawl into bed to hold you and whisper, “Just breathe in baby. Breathe in.”

2. The problem with being poor is that we never have the upper-hand in love. Our hearts become tied to our worth and offer it like common apologies. Pace yourself, darling. A smile is enough for now. The right man will knock on your bolted doors bearing gifts and ask for your heart, as if it were the only thing that could quench his soul’s thirst.

3. Heartbreak is inevitable. Daughter, take precaution, but detour signs still lead to your heart. When it hits, it’ll hit hard. Months from then you’ll still be reeling from the knockout. Never quite sure if you’re healing or numbing. But I swear there will come a day where you will learn to laugh again. I will show you how.

4. Who told you, you are too much? Or too less? Look at the sun, will you yell at it for burning too high? Will you blame the moon for being too small? Let me tell you this- I did not know beauty wore my face ‘til the first time I held you. Your soft lashes fluttering with every explosion happening a million light years away.

5. Days you don’t feel like brushing your hair, go out in rain boots even on sunny days. They will make you feel like an adventurer. Go treasure hunting in thrift shops and second hand bookstores. You will feel light. Oh so light.

6. Color rose petals between the spaces of your spine. Plant seeds of self worth for your tears to nurture. Give yourself things you need that men can not.

7. The world is not always kind. You will learn to strike with quick succession, to cut throats. Do not fold your body in ways it was never meant to be tucked. Do not become a door mat for others to wipe the dirt from their feet off on.

8. You do not always have to be ladylike. Your perfectly lined lips weren’t meant to wrap themselves around mirrored truths. Or to pleasure boys with. But rather for enunciating your name."

I want to teach her many things, essential things. I want to teach her how to laugh | s.j.k (via tiredthumpings-of-a-little-bird)

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twitturds:

save yourself and dont be in a friend group of three

(Source: instantlys, via just-stop-the-hurt)

rlyhigh:

hickeys are gross i want ten

(via helpfvl)

batgod:

when people follow all of ur friends except for u

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tockthewatchdog:

mattheuphonium:

kim-jong-chill:

i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake

fabulous 

i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.

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