it’s cool not me just relating to Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album in its entirety…..
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it’s cool not me just relating to Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album in its entirety…..
The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action, Audre Lorde
ok but yeah 😅
me: wow i woke up pretty early for once! i have so much extra time to d- me: *goes back to sleep*
I think about this tweet every single time I see this advertisement
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repeat after me: I am a fucking awesome person who has dealt with so much shit and I have made it through it all and am still cute af and smart and funny and nice and intelligent and I kick ass
there is so much love in friendship, people forget that
tbh i love being corny and able to celebrate love im so bored of glamourising negativity theres nothing cool about apathy i fight so hard every day to be better than that finding beauty in small things is what keeps u going
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Day 17 of quarantine.
“whoever says silence is not a sound has never been alone for so long that they write a song to the beat of their own heart or memorize the rhythm of their breathing. only then, amidst utter silence, can you close your eyes and hear a symphony.”
— shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)
“It was only when she came out of the tunnel into the moonlight or by the sea or into a thunderstorm that she really felt herself. What did it mean? What was it she was always wanting?”
— Katherine Mansfield, from The Garden Party and Other Stories; The Daughters of the Late Colonel (via dearestvita)