Just because I’m skinny, that doesn’t make my love for my body any easier or less valid


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azaleadalen:

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

- All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics

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It’s TMI Tuesday u knoww


youarefuckingmajestic:

BE VAIN AND BE UNASHAMED. LOVE YOURSELF FIERCELY AND TELL ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE IT TO GO FUCK THEMSELVES.

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161-to-94:

Awe. I need a good man.

Now taking applications.

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sassprincess:

“i have nothing to wear” 

sassprincess:

“i have nothing to wear” 

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We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via larmoyante)

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