Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you donāt feel like youāre āreadyā yet. Itās time. Youāre ready now.
I'd rather be in outer space šø
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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almost home
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Kiana Khansmith
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you donāt feel like youāre āreadyā yet. Itās time. Youāre ready now.
I really just donāt know sometimes.
that shake did NOTHING
BOX FOR PLAY
Look at this beautiful angel
*:dļ¾ā§ Shiny PokĆ©mon + Colors ā§ļ½„ļ¾:*
In case youāre wondering how smart rats can be, and if Ratatouille is real, then allow me to share this story: I once had two rats, River and Chell, both rescued from a laboratory as babies. Chell was whip-smart and liked to ride around on my shoulders as I walked around the apartment. She would recognize places she wanted to go, such as her cage or the sofa, and I would raise my arm up to let her run across to her objective. She quickly cottoned on to this and, in an entirely self-taught behavior, would run to one of my shoulders or another and tug on my sleeve, to signal me to raise my arm in the direction she wanted. In this manner she was able to steer me around the apartment and would frequently use me as a taxi instead of walking herself. She then taught her sister how to do it too.
nothing is more heartbreaking than when you try your hardest and it still isnt enough
nothing is more heartbreaking than when you try your hardest and it still isnt enough
I HOLLEREDĀ
How to Start Loving Who You Are
1. Start by being kind and gentle with yourself. There are plenty of people who would love to criticise ⦠So be your own protector and your own best friend.
2. Choose self-love over self-hatred. Many people find they veer between these two extremes ā but over time gravitate more towards one or the other (through automatic thinking and their inner dialogue) ⦠So actively reject self-hatred, and then exercise self-love.
3. Stop being harsh and judgmental, and accept your imperfections. Weāre all flawed and broken, and we all make bad mistakes.
4. Start enjoying who you are, and being alone with yourself. Embrace solitude, and the chance to be with āyouā.
5. Think of all the different things youāre grateful for in life, and the people who have loved you, and have seen the good in you. As you do that, you will start to value who, and what, you are.
worst part of adulthood so far is definitely the fact that people have the ability to contact me and i have to respond in a timely manner
Iāll never be able to reconcile Shel Silversteinās art and stories with his appearance. He looked like he would gladly murder you with a shard of broken glass and then throw your body directly into a shark.
you have odd notions about masculine faces.
real gentle-lookinā sneer
really gentle looking when not say, in the grainiest over inked newspaper photo you could find.
buddy itās literally the photo he put on the back of The Giving Tree
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May you always have enough for rent.
and enough left over for food and transportation
And your bills.
And perhaps a little extra to treat yourself now and then because goddamn you deserve it :D
and may you always get money back from your tax returns
Sometimes, I feel like Iām the biggest piece of shit. But at the same time Iām making the best life for me and everyone I care about.
Dance to anything
cute messages while Iām asleep is literally the key to my heart
I don't get it. I'm at rock bottom. I don't know why. I'm doing the job I love. I'm getting a new shop. I have an amazing, beautiful, sweet, loving, caring girl at my side. I have the best friend group I could ever wish for who loves me and supports me and makes sure I'm okay. They're my second family. I have an adorable little kitty who might be a shit but knows how to snuggle and make me smile when I need it. I love myself. I love the things I've done, the things I'm doing and the things I'm going to do. I don't think I'm ugly anymore. I think I'm hot shit. I'm confident, the most confident I've ever been in my life.But for some reason, through everything that makes me happy there's just this lingering darkness in my head. I don't get it. This lingering feeling that it's all just going to Mike itself and my life will get worse. This thought that I'm not good enough, this want to not die but at the same time just not exist. I don't get it. I hate it. I want it to go away. But even with the years and the tesrs and the liquor and the beer nothing makes it feel any better, in fact with some it gets worse. And I can't stop feeling like this no matter how hard I try. I just want it to be over. I just want to love my life fully like I know I should. I don't get it, I never have. It hurts. It just hurts so much. I don't want it to hurt like this. I need it to not hurt like this. I feel like all I'm doing is losing myself every time I get this feeling. And it sucks. It just plain sucks.