There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
― ― Steve Maraboli (via psych-quotes)
How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
― "14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes" by David ‘Doc’ Luben (via bruisedkneesclub)
You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
― That 70’s Show (via temperare-te)
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
― ― Marilyn Monroe (via psych-quotes)
Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
― something someone should have told me when i was eighteen (via irynka)
What’s the difference between being hungry and horny?
where you put the cucumber
'are you flirting with me or are you like this to everyone' a classic novel by me