to be nobody but yourself @goofygoobersillynilly - Tumblr Blog

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

angelslant

when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack

heartwarminganimals

Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

aloehandsanitizer

l’oréal kids shampoo pngs

wizardpotions

these were the most refreshing and delicious exilirs one could acquire in the 2000s

pattiluponeisagoddess

I love her sm tbh.

non-binary-laurie-strode

She did that!!!!!!!

jdvancefreefeetpics

if she wasn’t an icon already…

waywardfangir1

“Because I hate the motherfucker, how’s that?”

Well, since you asked, I say that is pure gold.

themindmovement

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via briqou)

wordsnquotes

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

Kahlo, Frida. The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)