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[keepasteadyhustle]

[emberuzumaki]

My biggest fear isn’t dying alone- it’s living unseen and unloved, as if I were never here at all

[loveletters2myself]

[christmas-winter]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Kirill Uyutnov

[fromhersoul]

Remember that!

[itxylopez]

[lameborghini]

im not funny but that doesn’t mean i won’t laugh at my own jokes

[quotemadness]

“I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the sound of her name could silence my demons.”

— Christopher Poindexter

[moveonkeepstrongyoubelong]

Taylor,

Please remember we love you and we are all behind you. You got this 💪🏻 karma will come; justice will be served and the truth will be shown. You gotta remember, that no matter how nice you can be, some people are always going to be assholes. But you beat them before and you can do it again! ☺️🥰

💕🌈🦋

[lindsayslohan]

“God help anyone who disrespected the Queen.” 

Suicide Squad (2016) dir. David Ayer

[duskyverses]

I’m a little softer around the edges, my cheeks a little fuller, my jaw a little less defined and my arms a little rounder. I’m a little fuller around the edges, my hips a little plumper, my curves a little less pronounced and my stomach a little chubbier. I’ve always been a little skeptical of my body, never could I love it fully. 20 years young and I never wore shorts outside the house, after all, my knees aren’t lean and my thighs don’t have a gap in-between. Almost 21 years along, I never wore dresses that weren’t supposed to be worn by my “body type” no matter how much I wanted to. So summer came and summer went, I sucked in my stomach a little more. Winter came and winter went, I let myself be cold instead of layering up for the fear of looking fatter. Summer came and summer went, always so afraid of wearing swims suits to the pool. Winter came and winter went, I could never stand to look at myself naked in a full-length mirror. Summer came and summer went again, never could stand to let my boyfriend see my body without covers to hide behind. Winter came and winter went again, why aren’t I losing more weight when I’ve cut down my diet? Late one winter night I thought to myself, when did my worth come to be measured in the size of my waist and how pronounced the curves in my body were? when did I bow down so low in front of the society’s ideals of how beautiful my body was, or more strongly, how beautiful my body wasn’t? When the summer came this year, I made a promise to the sun that I would no longer suffocate my legs in black jeans, that I would wear shorts if it were hot outside even if the boy down the street points out the flaws of my thighs. I made a promise to my younger self that I won’t hide behind covers any longer, that I would show the love of my life how my body was inevitably softer and fuller even if it meant a few moments of nerve wreaking anxiety. I made a promise to myself that loving my body was more important than society judging it.

excerpts from a book i’ll never write #22 // a.b (via letters-anonymous)

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