Shoutout to the breakers of generational curses
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@amandahhplease
Shoutout to the breakers of generational curses
BIT$H YOU ARE THE SHIT.
YOU CAN DO WHATEVER IN THE FUCK YOU CHOOSE TO DO.
YOU ARE FINE.
YOU ARE DIVINE.
YOU ARE WORTHY.
BE SAD? TF.
YOU HAVE SHIT TO DO.
YOU HAVE WORK TO PRODUCE.
YOU HAVE PEOPLE TO INSPIRE.
YOU HAVE YOURSELF TO MAKE PROUD.
YOU CAN AFFIRM YOURSELF.
DON’T DEPEND ON ANYONE TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU KNOW TO BE TRUE FOR YOURSELF.
YOU ARE NOT YOUR PAST.
YOU ARE NOT YOUR FEELINGS.
YOUR MIND IS LYING TO YOU AND TALKIN’ SHIT.
YOU OWE THIS TO YOU.
YOU HEAR ME?
IT’S NOT OVER FOR YOU.
SO GET IT TO FUCKIN’ GETHER.
& KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU.
IF NOBODY LOVES YOU, I LOVE YOU.
NOW GO FUCK SOME SHIT UP.
A love letter,
From me to me.
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
— Pablo Picasso (via quotethatword)
“You taste like adrenaline. Like heaven. Pull me to you, Don’t be gentle; I won’t break. I tangle my hands in your hair, taste your skin. I can feel your smile when I gasp. You grab me, rock your hips to the rhythm of the song we’re writing; Bass line of pounding hearts and the harmonies of heavy breaths. Pin me down, hold my gaze, I know you’re in control. You leave raised scratches along my skin, trace them with your tongue. I see your eyes light up when my back arches, when you slip your hand over my mouth to quiet me. I feel the heat radiating from your skin and I want to learn everything there is to know about your body, Map out the touches that make stars burst behind your eyelids. I hear your breathing speed up, my head spins and I dig my nails in, and my name has never sounded sweeter than when you moan it. Bite down, try to absorb it all, ride this wave until it breaks and we float back down. I want to kiss every inch of your skin until you catch your breath, Then steal it from your lungs again.”
— Rachael Butera, I Know You Didn’t Forget (via goodkoalatea)
“You attract what you are ready for.”
— dauvoire (via kushandwizdom)