Katherine + being extra (3/??)

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Katherine + being extra (3/??)
I think I’ve already posted two of these but it’s not like I gave more than 3 followers anyways.
Sooo. I wanna talk about my body for a sec. I have struggled and struggled and struggled for as long as I can remember with the way that my body looks. I struggle with the way it feels - both internally and externally. I spend so much damn time worrying about whether the clothes I wear make me look fat or chunky or bad that I often forget to see past my skewed image. I lost some weight and it got better, but I gained a little back - even though it’s not easy to tell - and still don’t see myself in a good light. I am so hard on myself and put so much pressure on myself to look a certain way that it’s exhausting. I’m tired of laying in bed at night wondering why I’m not good enough or thin enough or pretty enough. Some days I genuinely hate myself for not being as skinny as the models I see on instagram. And while there are many, many days in which I see myself like this, there are also days when I wake up and try to fall in love with myself. I notice the way my stomach rolls and try not to focus so much of my energy on hiding it. I notice that I have stretch marks and baby bingo wings, but I remember that I’m the only one who sees that. I constantly compare myself to other women, both in the media and in person, and I’m sick of it. I don’t know how it’s going to change but I know it needs to. I have started running and am preparing for a 5k in July, and I do yoga every couple days in hopes of extending my flexibility and toning my body a little more. I am mindful of the things I put in my body, but still enjoy ice cream and other things (mostly ice cream). I’m trying to love me and be a better me and its hard and it sucks and I definitely woke up this morning dissatisfied with the way I look. Hopefully, however, that mentality starts to melt away and I can just be happy and myself.
I’m posting these pics again to remind myself that even if I feel like I look like crud today, there are days that I definitely am confident and comfortable with how I look. I’m hoping that one day I’ll love every part of myself, but it’s gonna be a long journey.
Tl;dr: sometimes I hate myself but I’m working on it.
I'm sorry but you're an ex for a fucking reason. You have been removed from that person's family. You need to back the fuck up and give his new girlfriend the respect she deserves and stop popping up on his family's posts.
I’m sick of my job/coworkers
I DON’T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE IF YOU TELL ME YOU DON’T LIKE MY NAILS WE ARE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE. BITCH BYE.....
I don’t want us to be strangers again.
This is not like super relevant but I haven’t Tumblr ranted in a while so here:
I have a friend who whenever my hair color comes up tells me it’s not brown and she’s a fucking idiot. My hair is absolutely brown. Like yeah I did a lot of bleaching and shit to it over the summer and in the early fall but like at the roots and for most of the shift it is brown. I have always had brown hair. Fuck off.
I'm sick of my job/coworkers
but the sky is still the sky without you. And I’m not surprised by that anymore
I Deserve
I deserve someone to love me so much that they can’t be without me.
I deserve someone who knows all of the useless trivia about me.
I deserve to be loved so effortlessly and beautifully.
I DESERVE SO MUCH.
I deserve to be taken on spontaneous dates.
I deserve to have songs written about me.
I deserve the sun, the moon, and all of the stars.
I DESERVE TO BE LOVED.
and to not be taken for granted.
and to not be used.
and to not be a play toy.
I DESERVE SO MUCH.
and I finally understand.
Reblogging for relevance.
somos demasiado diferentes
lol sorry I’m being angsty but if you gave a shit about me you’d text me and ask if I’m ok.Â
Fair warning: I am a princess who requires a copious amount of attention
Get you a girl who can do both
It's stressing me out that my journal is not in my bag so I can't write my angsty feels down