Yes I hate myself yes I’m still sexy yes I wanna scrape my body raw yes I am nothing yes I love life yes I am grateful yes I’m exhausted yes I tried

stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.

Sundays are the universe's way of reminding us that it is okay to be still. it’s a day made of soft fabrics, slow melodies, and the gentle art of doing absolutely nothing with a deeply romantic heart.

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

I hate being in that mood where nothing’s really wrong but nothing feels right either

people become so beautiful when you love them. do y'all know about this