“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”
— Unknown
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occasionally subtle
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin

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“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”
— Unknown
Smiling against each other’s lips is it’s own kind of sweet intimacy
damn a bitch be feeling empty as fuck sometimes
it’s so attractive when someone is all about you and isn’t afraid to show it.
kinda hope you’re thinking about me
I wanna be hot enough to make people question their sexual orientation
“Right now I feel betrayed by words; there is nothing I can say that says what I feel.”
— Pat Parker, from a letter to Audre Lorde written c. September 1988 (via violentwavesofemotion)
You deserve to love yourself so much that it radiates from your very being.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
so like everything is real and we just have to deal with it huh
“I hunger to commit the act of touch.”
— Margaret Atwood, from The Handmaid’s Tale
my hidden talents include romanticising everything, oversharing, crying, and overthinking
Being in someone’s prayers is the purest form of love.
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
Jack Kerouac (via goodreadss)
me in my head at the supermarket: nobody is ever going to fucking love me. omg 25% off
“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.”
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home