Est. 1992

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I always feel this way ❤️ “I wish he was here” *grabs phone to tell him about it* 😭😭

My mom is the strongest woman i know

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe. I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms. I will heal.

how to be my friend on tumblr

80% of my insecurities were not insecurities until they were pointed out by a family member or a friend.

Or a significant other.

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You know how many times somebody in my immediate family called me ugly growing up!

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i just want something to fucking work out for once

Instagram is depressing. I prefer tumblr where everyone is upfront about their misery and constant desire to die