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you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

Pierre Auguste Renoir, details

I won’t let people who refuse to celebrate me, get me down. Your insecurity is not my responsibility to coddle. Your lack of celebration is not my reality. I choose myself every day. I celebrate my excellence. I celebrate where I am sat today. I celebrate where I am going and no one can stop me. Nor can they stop what is meant for me. I believe in the magic of my life.

“I just don’t want that for myself anymore” is a valid reason to stop anything.