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🙈😎#lazyday #summer #sunnymorning

#summer #sunnymorning #lazyday

warrensebastian

woahtrippy

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#rainyday #lazyday 😄☔

#lazyday #rainyday

wearevanity

spiritualseeker

For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.

Lavon Curtis (via verschluesselt)

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#rainyday #beautifulwiew ☁☔❤ (at Crystal-palace events)

#beautifulwiew #rainyday

lovemakesyouwonder

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surfandwrite

Let’s be honest here - I am not the girl men fall in love with. I am the girl that men want to fuck. I am a conquest. A prize. A show. I could count on five hundred fingers the number of people that have professed, “I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.” Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you to want to hold for more than a one night stand. Once as I finished swimming a sea of blankets and got left stranded on the shore, I asked myself: What’s wrong with me? What am I doing? Am I not good enough for anybody? And right before I could drown again, the sun woke up and said, “You are. You are enough. Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips in search for answers to questions you’ve never even heard of. Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are. Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you, or even just to be touched by you, and the warmth of another body does not define your worth. These men - they think that they can own you with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but I have circled the earth a thousand times to feed the light flowing inside your skin. Do not waste it by illuminating those who can not even be bothered to learn your last name.” So that night when the moon tried once more to pin me down, I told him: I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks. You think you can tame me and cool my flesh? I am the girl who plays with matches, and trust me I play it well. Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving a pile of destruction in my wake. My heart is a bushfire and the next time you try to control me, darling, make no mistake - I will burst out and ravage you in flames. I’ll burn you to the ground. (This isn’t a test.)